“Why Brian?” Larkin asked, narrowing his eyes slightly at Seb. “Because he’s a werewolf? I didn’t know you were buds.” “We’re not, but we’ve spoken a few times. Obviously,” Seb said calmly. “Why does that matter?” “I dunno.” Larkin restlessly spun his chair side to side, then flicked a shrimp at Seb. It landed on his pant leg. He didn’t move to brush it off. “Just… Why is your suggestion the werewolf?”
