Trevor looked at Hale. “You were all for the idea of me pursuing Jenna when I first got here, so what do you think I should do? Tell her or not?”
Trevor expected Hale to immediately launch into some romantic plan to throw himself at Jenna’s mercy in an effort to help her understand what it meant to be a soul mate. But instead, Hale frowned, looking uncomfortable.
“I was all about you and Jenna at first,” Hale admitted. “When it was merely an idea. And when I wasn’t sure she was your soul mate. Now that’s it’s getting serious, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea anymore.”
Trevor did a double take. “What? Why the hell not?”
Hale sighed. “Because you’re basically putting yourself between a brother and sister. Connor will never accept your relationship with Jenna, so for her to be with you, she’ll have to choose you over her family. Do you honestly want to put her in that position? Doyouwant to be in that position? And then there’s the whole pack thing.”
“The Pack?” Trevor echoed, baffled as hell. “What do they have to do with this?”
Hale threw up his hands in exasperation. “Dude, if Connor is dead set against you being with his sister, how is that going to work out when the two of you are pack mates? What, are the two of you just going to fight all the time? Or will you leave the Pack?”
“Leave the Pack?” Trevor repeated softly.
“Yeah,” Hale said. “Because that’s what youmight have to do. Are you really willing to leave the Pack to be with Jenna?”
Trevor stared at his friend. His brother. Hispack mate. He’d vowed to himself the other night to do anything for Jenna, and while leaving the Pack would hurt like hell, he’d do it in a heartbeat to be with her.
Before he could say anything, Connor walked in, two boxes of amazing-smelling doughnuts balanced in one hand and a cardboard carrier with four large cups of coffee in the other. He didn’t say anything as he set everything on top of the bar. Ignoring Trevor like he wasn’t even there, he opened one of the boxes of doughnuts, revealing a variety of glazed, cinnamon crumb, chocolate, and Boston cream.
Connor reached for one, then suddenly stopped cold, his head snapping around and his nose coming up to sniff the air. A split second later, his hazel eyes blazed with a yellow-gold glow so vivid it was like they were electric.
From the corner of his eye, Trevor saw Kamden take Lydia’s hand and urge her toward the far end of the bar.
“Davina doesn’t like fighting in here,” Kamden said firmly, giving them a stern look. “If you break anything, you’re buying it.”
Lydia stopped, her gaze going from Trevor to Connor to the boxes of doughnuts, indecision clear on her face. After a moment, she hurried over tograb both boxes, then ran back over to Kamden where they—and the doughnuts—would be safe from the brawl they seemed convinced was about to happen.
“We’re not getting into a fight,” Trevor assured them.
The words were barely out of his mouth when Connor flipped one of the barstools across the dance floor and took a threatening step toward him, his face suffused with anger.
Okay, maybe there would be a fight.
“You asshole,” Connor snarled, the tips of his fangs showing over his lower lip and his claws springing out. “You slept with my sister, even after I told you to stay away from her!”
Trevor felt his own anger surging. He was so damn tired of dealing with Connor and his misplaced, over-the-top protective streak.
“Yeah, you told me to stay away from Jenna,” he growled, barely keeping his own inner wolf at bay. “Right around the same time she pointed out that you have no say in how she lives her life or who she spends her time with. That includes who she decides to sleep with. And she decided to sleep with me. So you need to get the hell over it!”
One moment, Connor was standing a few steps away, looking angry as hell, and the next, he was grabbing Trevor and slinging him across the room.
Trevor crashed into a table piled high withupside down chairs. The things broke and splintered under him. A piece of wood pierced his hip, but he ignored it even as he tumbled across the dance floor. He pushed himself upright as Connor came at him again.
Trevor shifted out of pure instinct, his inner wolf knowing his pack mate intended to hurt him this time. Muscles twisted and bunched along his back and shoulders while claws and fangs elongated as a growl rumbled up from his chest. Spinning, he barely braced himself before Connor was coming through the air in his direction, clawed hands swinging and face twisted with rage.
Trevor threw up an arm, blocking the slash coming toward his face, refusing to let his pack mate rip him apart because he was having a temper tantrum brought on by his sister deciding to have sex with someone he didn’t like. Not that Connor would probably consider anyone good enough to sleep with Jenna.
Trevor was so done with this shit.
He launched himself forward, slamming one of his shoulders into Connor’s chest. There were a few cracking and crunching sounds as bones broke—both his collarbone as well as Connor’s ribs. Then his friend was flying across the room to bounce off the bar hard enough to leave a dent in the metal foot rail.
Connor was up and coming his way again in the blink of an eye, moving so fast he was nearly ablur. Halfway across the room, he leaned down and picked up the remnants of one of the broken chairs, flinging it in Trevor’s direction.
Trevor ducked, avoiding the piece of wood but not Connor’s claws. They tore through Trevor’s forearm, drawing blood. Trevor was tempted to slash him in return, but at the last second, he retracted his claws, refusing to scar his pack mate and his friend—even if that pack mate and friend was being a complete asshole right now.
Instead, he punched Connor, his closed fist coming up to connect with the underside of his jaw. The sound of fangs smashing together was almost as enjoyable as the sight of his pack mate flying backward to land on his ass.
