As he neared the courthouse, Eli pulled out his phone and dialed his packmate. He only had to wait one ring for a curt, "What?" "'Bout time you answered, Dontae,” he joked, dryly. “What are you doing, watching porn with your dick in your hand?" A wry laugh came through the phone. "I'm not you, Eli." "Your only flaw," Eli smirked, glancing up at the greying light, thanks to high-rise buildings blocking the waning sun. His wolf loved it. “And I don’t need porn when I’ve got real live women.” “Asshole.” “Are you looking in a mirror again?” “You’re ridiculous,” Dontae chuckled. "I need you to look up someone for me. Diana Carter." The sound of heavy fingers smacking the keyboard was instantaneous. “What’d you see?” “Beaten pretty badly and over time. I managed to get her to talk with me for a while, which wasn’t easy. She lied to me about who did it." “Of course she did.
