“Yeah, yeah, I look like hell. You should see the other guy.”
Iliya took a second to look her friend over, not expecting to be met with a bruised Duke when she showed up at his doorstep. “Y’shoulda just called for back up. You have my number.” She shrugged, recovering from the mild spike of anger she felt at seeing the other wolf so afflicted. It was a foreign concept-- the concern for and over someone not of her pack but Duke had managed to bring her to it.
“So, who was the other guy, exactly?” She asked innocently enough, maintaining a nonchalant air about her, despite being ready to bike over and kick ass. “Anyone important? They connected to anyone important?”












