That wasn't an answer. It was a tactic to buy time. Daryl growled low in his throat, continued his pacing, his more feral instincts getting the better of him for a moment. He didn't like feeling as though he were being toyed with.

"It was neutral," he bit out. "People keeping to themselves and the clan keeping to it's own. The way it should be."

Daryl had never really gotten into the politics of it, so all the grousing about 'overthrowing' the Night Council he'd heard he'd taken as just that: grousing. No one seemed to be doing anything as far as he'd seen or been involved in. But he'd always kept to the fringes of society, even in the clan. He wasn't exactly in the loop.