“I do not remember. I have said this.” “Or…the time you shared your mate with me? In the furs?” I growl low and stop in my tracks, sudden fury sweeping over me. Harrec stops, too. He raises his hands into the air, grinning. “It is a joke, friend. Merely a joke. I was testing you.” “It is not funny.” Another hunter walks up and gives Harrec a push on the shoulders, indicating he should walk. It is Bek. “Your jokes are as poor as your hunting skills.”
Book:Barbarian's Heart