Chapter 29
Ransom and Gunner were inseparable as children. Their father was a traditional pack leader—strong, gruff, and apparently incapable of softer sentiments. Their mother died when they were young, after which they largely raised themselves.
Ransom was the more dominant sibling. After all, one year makes a huge difference when you’re five and six, respectively. The older brother coaxed Gunner into crazy adventures that became crazier as the pair grew older. Somehow, though, they always managed to get the aftermath cleaned up before their father found out.
“Until I turned eleven, that is,” Gunner told me. Without me noticing, he’d scooted in closer so Kira draped across both of our laps, my stroking hand slipping off my sister’s hair to tease the fabric covering Gunner’s thighs. He
