Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

Charon didn't like her sassiness, but he decided to keep his calm, even though this was really important to him. He took a breath as she admitted to knowing what'd gone on here, and she asked if it was a friend of his. He asked, "Is he dead?" before he reluctantly added an answer to her actual question. "Hardly a friend. I'm looking for him, because he severely hurt my mate after we took him into our pack." At least he felt odds were the biggest that this was that guy -- had to be.

He swallowed dryly as he added, "A white guy called Lazarus?" His heart thumped in his chest as he waited for her reply, willing it to be positive. Speak of Lazarus' death or, at the very least, his whereabouts.