"Where are you going?" Enoch asked Jeremy who was about to go with them to fight the first batch of vampires and some otherworldly creatures Enoch hoped were killable the same way that vampires were.
They had left Raul's pack a few minutes ago—a speedy travel because the ancients had held Jeremy as they turned to vapor for a faster travel. Jeremy, even now, was still trying to orient himself. Right here, at his father's pack, he could see the guards—ugly looking creatures—patrolling the borders.
Right now, he furrowed his eyebrows at Enoch's question, not understanding the point of it. Wasn't he here to fight? "I'm here to fight." There was no way he was leaving outsiders to fight a war for his own homeland. He had to make an input.