Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

The male asked if he was dead, and Ammie could tell that he wished it so. It was another question, and by now the tawny woman was ready to chase him off and just go home. But then he mentioned he'd hurt someone, and when the coat color matched Ambrosia's heart froze. She went stiff, uncaring about the other wolf who appeared but turning her face away. Her lemon eyes stayed on Charon, and she delved further into making sure this really was him. 
                     "Black on his shoulders, spine? Little bit of tan? Orange eyes? Missing a leg now, and you're standing in the aftermath. What did he do, exactly? Don't know his name."
Anger built in her chest, but moreso at Sebastian than anything. He HAD let someone dangerous into their home. When she finds out exactly what this Lazarus did, oh boy....