Mikael's cell rang, and he pulled it from his jacket pocket. He eyed the small crowd outside the pack house with disfavor, and paced away from the porch where half of the pack was congregated.
“Hello?” There’d been no name on the Caller ID, and no one but his family had this number.
“Little brother,” Stell Dusk purred over the line, and Mikael stopped in his tracks, free hand curling to a fist.
“What do you want, Stell?” he snapped, wishing he’d ditched his cell after his wayward brother betrayed their Alpha King. Stell was the cause of so many problems in their family that Mikael regretted not hanging up immediately.
“Can’t I be concerned, checking up on my little brother’s welfare?” Stell said, and Mikael grimaced at the hypocrisy. It was because of Stell and his scheming that Mikae
