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Donovan nods at the admission from the other wolf. I hurt his ward. Comes a heartless reply. One Donovan likes the tone of. Though he cares deeply of his pack and for Derg, he likes this man’s outlook. Hell, even Aries should be able to tell as Donovan’s own maw tilts up into a smirk.

A low hum of acknowledgment is what Donovan gives back in reply to his question. “We do. He’s my right hand man. The other alpha of my pack, The Saints of the Dying Light. He’s my Overseer.” 

Donovan stands and looks to Aries curiously. “Would it be wrong of me to invite you to my canyon?” He asks with that interesting glint in his yellow eyes. “You are just the kind we like. Would love to make you a Saint. Comes with perks.” He grins, yet his voice is sly, smooth in a mediocre attempt at being convincing.