Ares heard Beartooth's call, bounding toward the alpha and his new wife. His heart was pounding; he had an admission to make.
Beartooth, the young teen blurted, stopping in front of the king and queen. Words poured out of him in a rush. I-I know you hate vampires. . . . You talk about it. . . . With Hawthorne. . . . I just wanted to say, I'm a vampire. I sometimes have a hard time controlling my bloodlust. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, please don't kick me out . . . Ares was very scared; he wasn't sure how Beartooth would react. He had it in his mind that Beartooth would kill him. But he wouldn't, right? Beartooth would help him, right?