"Forgive me if I don't believe you. I don't know who else would have the power to cause something inanimate like a computer to record and post things by itself," Dia pauses when a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist.

"Little Bird, there is something dark stirring around in you. What's wrong?" The Beast's voice is a low growl into Dia's ear, though it is loud enough to be picked up by the phone. "Who do I need to kill?"

Dia leans back against The Beast, that dark thing in him seemingly comforted by his mate's presence, "It's okay, My Wild One. I'm just making that call to the Association we talked about."

"Ah. Can I kill them all then?"