How could Klaus fail to see through Dyson's ruse? The half-breed had always been against him, and the recognition of his identity by the king had fed his pride. Klaus had long since lost patience with Dyson's repeated provocations, and had it not been for the presence of the King at the banquet, he would probably have dragged Dyson into a no-man's land and beaten him.
Still, it was no bad thing to beat him up in this place.
At the sound of the horn the rest of the pack were already transformed into wolves and rushing to the hunting grounds, but Klaus was in no hurry to get out his cigarette, which he lit with a lighter and smoked with a blank face.
Hunting was not the most important thing to him. What was most important to him was how to protect Emily from harm.
She had no wolf, no hunting experience, and she might not even be able to face a canine slave on her own. But Luna's district was so far away that he had to find a way to take a short cut.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!