Nate was all too familiar with hot-tempered wolves. He knew he was flirting with getting his throat ripped out.<br/><br/>"I thought we should talk. You left me standing there with an injured vamp. And I--look, I reacted badly to what you said. And, anyway, we were supposed to be friends, right?"<br/><br/>He held his breath after he spoke. If Kiryu really wanted to rip his throat out, Nate's one Krav Maga lesson wasn't going to stop him.