Kyle And Ashy.

Bored, he opens the car door and heads into the hotel. His eyes scan the tables until they land on Kyle, seated at a round table with a group of well-dressed men.

He quietly slips into a table just behind them. With his sharp wolf-hearing, he tunes into the conversation.

"It's just for a month, Mr. Lockwood sir," one man says casually. "The conference lasts literally three weeks, and then you can leave this city you hate so much,, for reasons only you know."

"I never said I hate it," Kyle replies dryly. "I just said I don't want to be here. That's it."