As the Alpha of Ursa Minor reported his pack's achievements for the month, Ran noticed that Caph was distracted. Normally, she wouldn't have cared.
Caph had no interest in the formal aspects of the Gathering. Much less the droning-ons of the Alphas about how strong their packs had become in one month, how many new mouths to feed and what new venture or ambition they were up to next.
At her county's Gathering, she had spotted him twiddling his thumbs and ogling at the females in the crowd—which she realised later was actually just him counting the number of right-handed werewolves present.
Sure, he was more responsible now that he had playacted as Alpha protege for a while, but his hobbies hadn't changed that much.
Back then, he had continuously whispered the numbers into her ear and kept prodding her to look at something he found interesting.
This time, Ran noticed his blue eyes were dull, skimming over the crowd as if he did not see anyone in front of him.