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Grinder closed the doors to give them privacy and took up a guard position. Diesel crossed the dark wood floor to the desk he’d carved from an old ice ship. It had been one of the last projects he’d done with his own father, a rare time they’d shared together.
    After a passing caress against the scarred wood, he reached into a drawer of the desk and pulled out fresh clothes. Shrugging into the t-shirt, he set his gaze on Julian. “Talk.”
    The other wolf smiled then dropped into a chair opposite the desk, all pretense falling away. “Among the Three Rivers wolves was an Omega. She has joined with Willow Bend.”
    Not that he cared, but Diesel nodded. “Mason’s pack has recovered nicely from Toman’s mishandling.” He’d never cared for the other Alpha on the two occasions they’d met. The man’s dominance had always been a question, but his politics had been solid and predictable. Mason Clayborne had not proven so easy to read, a good thing for most packs. “Why do I care?”
    “Because she’s Dallas’ pup.”
    The name aroused an old memory in Diesel. Leaving the jeans for later, he walked over to the bar and poured them both a drink. Like him, Julian preferred whiskey, so he didn’t bother to ask before he slid a drink across the desk before he took his own seat. “Well, that should make tracking her easier for you.”
    “She won’t roam into Mason’s territory.” The unspoken accusation lingered between them.
    “She was due to give birth, Julian. I wouldn’t send out my worst enemy to birth a pup alone.” Nor had he informed the Enforcers, which remained point of contention between them.
    “You knew I was hunting her.”
    “Not my problem. If you can’t catch her, maybe you shouldn’t share your constant failure in that department.” It amused him. Dallas was Julian’s white whale—he wouldn’t stop until he found her. “You didn’t come all the way here to talk about old business.”
    “No, I didn’t. I have other news. Your wolf, Colby, passed away overseas several years ago.”
    “So, you have confirmed his death.” Diesel long suspected it. He only sent word to the Enforcers after three years when Dodger—his name amongst the pack—had not returned.
    “Yes.”
    “How?” He knew the wolf passed, had felt the snap of the too-thin tendril of connection. Not knowing where he was or what he’d been doing, Diesel had not acted on the knowledge. It could have simply been time and distance that eroded their connection.
    “A fire,” Julian said, before taking a long swallow of the whiskey. His expression shadowed. “He saved many lives, according to his daughter.”
    Daughter. The information jolted Diesel. “His mate?”
    “A latent, like their child turned out to be. Both are in Hudson River.”
    “They have a place here, if they want it.” No hesitation slowed his response. Diesel would care for Dodger’s mate and their pup, although she had to be a grown woman by now.
    “Unnecessary, but you may wish to reach out to Brett. Colby—the daughter, not your wolf—is his mate.”
    Mated to an Alpha. Dodger would be proud. “Latents don’t always do well that high in pack structure.”
    “She’s also a healer… and no longer latent. She’s shifted.” Julian shrugged. “The rest is their story to tell, so if you want it, reach out to them. The mate has remarried, a human this time, and seems settled. Your wolf saved many lives and is remembered well.”
    “To Dodger, then.” Diesel raised his glass. At the door, Grinder put a fist to his heart and Julian held his glass high as well.
    “To Dodger.”
    They slammed back the whiskey and it was Julian who stood to retrieve the bottle.
    “Thank you for bringing the information.” It cost him nothing to show gratitude.
    “You’re welcome.” They were silent a long moment as Julian refilled their glasses then resumed his seat and set the bottle on the desk between them.
    “How bad was the attack on Cassius’