Stone Circle Id Rather Puke

"Of course you would care now. The last thing I want to do is talk to you about our personal matters."

Greyback sucked in a breath, his form going rigid at the young she-wolf's words. He would care? Personal matters? Greyback had not met this female in his life as far as he could remember. He swallowed a lump in his throat, his mouth going dry. 'Think,' he told himself. Ira had a northern pelt, she stated she came from far lands that were cold, that alone confirmed she came north. It was very possible they had met then.

Blinking, he took a pawstep forward, his amber gaze running up her pelt till they focused on her back. He watched her sit down, as he circled around her, trying to find her eyes. "Ira," he whispered, dropping the formal title he used. "How do you know me?"