The panic that had gripped Eden started to dissipate now that he had heard the explanation. He just had to take care of Light. The blond had a personal grudge against her so, as long as he was fighting the witch, he didn't have to worry about anything else. Better to focus on the confrontation against her and forget this king thing. His mate's life depended on it. For him, that was all that mattered.
Eden had no intention or desire to embark on any quest to become the leader of the werewolves when he knew for sure the hatred the omegas garnered from the other packs and the contempt with which he had been treated because of his fur.
The younger man's shoulders relaxed and he listened to the remaining of Silphie's speech with a distracted ear. The woman, too enthusiastic about the subject, didn't notice the lack of interest on the part of the main actor. However, it didn't escape his mate.
