Seth tilts his head at his old friend, confusion on his face. Peter stands and the three men gather close, speaking quietly so that no one can hear him. Seth has a very unsure look on his face and looks around at the crowd.
“Jacob,” he says loudly, looking around. “Jacob, I need to speak with you.”
A tall, skinny boy steps out wearing a wrinkly old shirt. His eyes are wide with fear as he walks forward to Seth.
Seth looks back at me and offers me his hand, helping me stand. This young man, Jacob, reaches us without a word. “The Princess and I need to speak with you for a moment,” he tells him and leads us behind the chairs we had been seated in, off to an area away from everyone.
“Stephen does not want to assume your father’s pack,” Seth says, quietly enough that no one else
