Lorcan's howl was something of a surprise, after the man having challenged Nicolo for his rank, and spoken about being there for the pack as they navigated the turbulent waters their own kin were creating for them. Sven snorted derisively, and let the bitterness flow off his shoulders before it could truly affect him. He'd learned by now that those who left, in one sense or another, were actually doing the pack a favor by removing their presence. Better now than when they were relying on the man and the need was crucial. Still, he made his way to Ravenna, not just to see what she knew about it (the man had certainly spent more time with her than he ever had his male lead) but also how she felt about it. She hadn't been happy when he'd dismissed Morganna's son and his girlfriend, and wondered if she was ever more worried about the Ridge than she let on.
He, for once, felt confident. As long as he and his cousin continued to show strong, united leadership the pack would make it through whatever others threw its way.
Finding his age-mate aunt, he greeted her with a growl and bumped against her. Their affection had always been rough, and as he plopped himself down and leaned into her, the pattern was continued.
"So he's gone?"