Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

In came the defense, but at least she didn't rip his face off (yet). Luckily for her, Draper was completely devoid of buddies. Or pals. Or friends. Or much of anything resembling anything beyond an acquaintance. It was a bit of an issue for him, but this isn't a therapy session.

She suggest that he stay here, she stay there, and they would be good. Draper stared at her for a moment, wondering if she had wolf buddies, and they were on their way up. How do I know this isn't a trap? he asked, craning his neck to try and see anybody coming up behind her. Maybe you're just trying to stall me until your friends come to back you up. A shaky stalemate, but at least no blood had been drawn.