Devon lifted up his beer again and nodded it to Bren before taking another hearty swig. He hadn’t known how much he had craved a cold one after the ordeal. How long had it been since he’d even relaxed like that? Too long, but with good reason. He refused to forget it either.
Watching the reaction Bren gave him, there was no doubt in his mind that the other man had tangled with the same hunter. So maybe she couldn’t get an Alpha, but a lower wolf was less of a challenge. Frowning, he studied Bren carefully and leaned in closer so as not to pique the interest of any other person in the bar.
“I walked into a trap. Got a face full of wolfsbane, but I managed to get away with one of her toys. I wish I had taken care of it, but I was ambushed. She probably thought I was young and stupid and she’s half right. Anyway, I’m just letting you know.”