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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Kessler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cracked Fang, hidden room behind the bar, "Church" for the 'Fangs • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Church + 2 minutes [/center]
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So, there he sat. Listening to Dom. Listening to some outpouring of emotion, of plotting, of grief. Meanwhile, he still had dirt from the two graves he'd dug under his fingernails. One of which was Logan's. The other, some dumb motherfucker who made the mistake of getting too close to Kessler at the wrong time. He hadn't done anything wrong, not in any sense of the word that Kessler could put sense to. Yeah, some were sad. All wanted blood. Some wanted to do it smart-like. Others wanted to kick ass and take names.

There were times that the imposing, turned-blood had taken a seat at the table for 'Church.' Not always. And certainly not tonight. No, he sat at the back of the room, letting the natural born Lycans have their say, while he let the blood of their enemies drip from his knuckles. He listened while Dom laid it all on the line for the Pack. Listened while Lucian added his bit. His words cut like a shiv, designed to get the most from the young pups and elicit a rise out of the gathered masses. He'd be the new Beta soon enough, Kessler would have bet his last breath on it. It would be a change from Logan. There was no doubt. Good, or bad though? Kessler's mind wasn't made up yet. Listened while Tessa broke down over the loss so deep. He wished he had that in him. Wished he had it in him to feel empathy for her, too. Listened while Alicia told it like it was. Or more accurately, how she hoped it would be. As she scanned the room, her eyes would meet his, cold as ice and just as unforgiving, one of them still bloodshot and damaged from his tussle at the Rusty Halo. 

He said nothing. Not to any of them. Spat blood on the floor. He'd take his orders from Dom. And in the absence of anything from his Alpha, well, he'd just have to see where the scent pulled him. For now, he waited. Church wasn't over, and there was still time for this divine script to turn blasphemous.