"Just because I'm fucking someone else doesn't mean I'm silly enough to fall in love with someone who can never really understand me, so don't give me that shit, Sigmund," Graham said quietly as he folded his arms across his chest again.
They'd only been in the same room for what? Five minutes? And all ready they were arguing. It'd always been that way with them. Always hot, sometimes too hot, and it never really worked. That didn't make it any easier to see Sigmund, though, or to smell Casey on him and know that the other wolf had moved on.
"Can you, now?" he asked, arching a brow. "That kid is going to be your achilles heel, Sigmund."
Knowing this hunter, and what little Graham had been able to dig up on the man, he wouldn't see anything wrong with using Casey if he could. Human or not, he was shacking up with a werewolf, right?
"I heard he's not alone. Another hunter is with him, and he's got two nasty ... I don't even know what with him too, but I hear they're quite good at torturing."
If he'd known what Oliver and Harris were really capable of, if he'd known the things they'd done, he'd definitely be more up in arms about everything. But all he'd heard was that they were dangerous, and that was it.
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