“How are you feeling after the little tiff at your apartment?”
I put my mug of hot chocolate down to gape at Damian. “Little tiff? Seriously?”
He shrugged.
I scoffed. “It was a massacre. There was blood everywhere.”
He nodded. “I was a part of the cleanup crew. I was a little surprised because Cole usually kills with less pomp and circumstance, but I suspect he lost his temper, which is understandable.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. Hunters came after his mate. That messes with a wolf’s head, makes them go a little crazy.”
“I’m not his mate,” I said.