Part Two: Chapter Four

The eggs in my mouth quickly taste like ash the minute he comes strutting through the doorway.

“Ah! the little wolf is finally awake.” He sounds gitty.

My stomach sours at his words and I growl. “Call me that again, watch what happens.”

He grins. “Hard to listen to your bark when I know you don’t have a bite.” Brennan cackles and the fork in my hand bends from the strength of my grip. 

Damien stands from the table and puts himself between us. “Is there something you need, brother?”

Brennan raises an eyebrow. “I can move freely in my house without a desired location or plan in mind.”