There they were.
C and Thor.
One was sprawled on the sofa, feet dangling off the end; the other lay flat on the floor like a corpse.
“Aunt’s tits…” I muttered under my breath, blinking at the carnage. “What the hell happened here?”
No response.
C’s eyes were bloodshot, the kind one got from crying too long. Thor was in nothing but boxers with tiny red reindeer all over them—weird. Mud was plastered on the backs of his hairy thighs, and he had what looked like a pine cone stuck in his hair. His knuckles were torn open, and one bruised arm was flung across his face, shielding his eyes.
My gaze zeroed in on the cracks over Logan’s arms.Darker than usual.
I crouched near C. “What happened, lil’ bro?”
A few seconds older, I never ceased to remind him of it.
“Shut it, Kill. I’m not in the mood.”
“Ah, you see, there are some rumors doing the rounds.” I scratched the back of my neck and eased myself into the armchair, careful when bypassing Logan’s massive figure on the carpet. I could handle my twin, but Logan in such unstableconditions?Hell no.I liked my head where it was—on my neck, not used as a bowling ball to eradicate more pine trees.
“I heard you got rejected, C. Tell me it’s a joke.”
One eye cracked open. Callum’s jaw flexed.
“People need to mind their own damn business.”
“Hold up, so it’s true? Rejected, C?”
“Yeah, I was!” Callum exploded onto his feet. “Been waiting mywholelife for her, for fucking nothing.Nothing!”
He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The framed picture of a wolf in a sheep floatie sipping a mojito dropped off the wall.
I rubbed my forehead, wondering if this was something solvable.
“Well, aunt’s tits. This is bad.” My gaze flicked to Thor. “You know who the chick is?”
The heavy arm over Logan’s face showed no sign of wanting to move.
“And what the hell happened to you, Thor?” Could it be that Thor really found his mate? Alive and kicking? It looked like she’d killed him instead. “You get some cherry after the game, Captain?”
Silence.
“I mean, I’m the last wolf to judge.” I studied my friend, as still as the table. “But I gotta ask, was the babe any good? You don’t exactly look satisfied, T-man. Maybe I could teach her a thing or two, then let her give you another try?—”
I suddenly found myself pinned against the wall, taking down the mounted lamp and furniture in the process. Three framed pictures fell—why the hell did we have so many, anyway?
Long fangs glinted beneath a snarl. “Shut the fuck up before I invert your ribcage.”
“Hey, chill, T-man! I’m sorry, alright?” I held up my hands.
Logan released me with a steamy huff, turning away and raking a hand through his messy hair. The pine cone rolled down his shoulder. I caught it and spun it between my fingers.
“So,” I drawled, trailing behind him into his room, keeping a safe distance, “why didn’t you tell me or C?”
Logan grunted again. That appeared to be his new way of communication.
With my shoulder resting on the door frame, I watched as the Terminator—the team captain, the most cherished and wanted bachelor of our whole pack—worked himself into a frenzy over one single girl. Logan picked up his phone, typed something out, then stopped and grunted, tossing it onto the mattress with a huff. Then he picked it up and repeated the process all over again.Hell!
