Moral Compass

"I don't believe that untouchable act you've got going for a minute by the way. You can't be this calm and collected about everything."

Seth the tracker had a wee bit of a reputation. One he was proud of, thank you very much. So what if he was a loud-mouthed, inappropriate, immature waste of space? He was content with his way of living. He had no need for change.

"Not everyone loses their head the way you do."

When one wrong deed goes a jot too far, his name falls on the radar of an immortal badass eager to drag him to his judgement. Eager to see him punished. Seth loved a good old punishment-but nothing gave him a run for his money quite like her.

"I don't lose my head. A freakout every now and then is good for you."

With a devastating war close on the horizons, Seth the tracker finds himself working at the very heart of it, working off his crimes.

Only a woman could give him this kind of hell.

"I don't need to freakout. I'm quite fine with the calm I already have."