Richard followed the boy into the nightclub. It was smokey, loud, and dimly lit, but due to his Lycan heighten senses he could easily keep up with the teenager. Richard had left the same day after his meeting with the king. He had gone and talked to Tabitha, who was grateful to know Mason was keeping his word to find the boy and raise him, Richard had asked question to get a clue to where he might find the boy and his probing led him to a small town on the out skirts of the city. He had the boy's scent thanks to Tabitha having some of his last worn clothes on hand. Richard knew the boy immediately, he had the St Claire famous blond hair and green eyes. He was broad shouldered and lean. Richard smiled knowing Mason would be proud of the boy. Richard had phone Mason to let him know he located the boy and would be back with him shortly once he figured out how to approach the boy. Mason had given him the idea of simply telling him the truth about his mother. Richard had thought that best instead of leading with your the bastard son of a Lycan king.
Richard sat at the bar and survey the room. He feel the presence of a few other non human beings, but none felt like a threat. The bartender handed him another vodka straight and he took it down without hesitation. Placing a 50 on the counter top and setting the tiny shot glass on top of the bill, Richard sighed and headed towards the young man leaning against the club wall. Time to go home Lucas.