It wasn't that Seth liked being on a pack. It was just that he knew no other life and, for better or for worse, they were his family. Violent and blood thirsty sometimes, but also caring and protective at others. So it was just like him to accept a request from his sister, even though he tried hard to spend his days and nights away from the pack. There were times when he couldn't run, and when the precarious balance they had managed to achieve with the Night Fangs pack was threatened by an outsider, he had no other choice. Sure, it hadn't been much of a peace treaty as it had been weeks of careful negotiation to reach rules that would not end with headless humans and that, at the same time, allowed the Fangs to exert their aggressive nature, but it was something. He hadn't agreed with half of them, but that was why his sister was in power while he remained the outcast of his own pack.<br/><br/>When his parents, a strong Alpha couple, had died, Mia had smoothly taken over. Seth knew his pack was expecting him, the other Alpha, to fight for control. But he hadn't. He had lowered his head and accepted Mia as the leader, and while he knew others would see him weak for it, he didn't care. Deep down, the beast side of him had growled and begged him to fight her, to destroy and to take the power to himself. But the human side still considered the girl his older sister, and he would rather not fight over petty matters like this.<br/><br/>Good thing he didn't, since she had managed to find some "common ground" between the Shadow Hunters and the Fangs. Seth couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He had always found pack names stupid.<br/><br/>The chuckle, though, died in his throat as he stood in front of the diner, uneasy taking its place. A new shifter in town. Someone who could be a great asset to either clan, and whom Mia knew could cause another war in case he or she were recruited by the Fangs. Seth knew it too, and he also knew that his decision to step back and let his sister take command had made her trust her brother more than anyone else in the pack. Despite barely being there, he was her second in command, her trusted friend and ally. And so, instead of sending a Beta over, she had called him. Which ended up in him standing in front of a diner, sniffing the air, sensing the masculine and the pack-less scent of the other shifter.<br/><br/>Seth growled to himself, as he straightened up and entered the diner. He hated politics. He had no idea what to say or what to do to convince the other of joining the Hunters instead of the Fangs, but he was already there. He approached the other, carefully, a smile on his face as he took off the scarf around his neck.<br/><br/>"Hello." he said, placing himself in front of the other shifter, smiling as kindly as he could. "Welcome to our little town." Seth didn't sit down. He could, if he wanted. He was an Alpha, and the other was a mixed blood, if his nose wasn't failing him. However, they weren't mindless beasts, and he knew best than to sit uninvited.