Bolivan used his forearm to wipe the sweat that had accumulated across his forehead. He was walking briskly through the packhouse to his brother’s office. Normally, he wouldn’t feel so anxious before meeting with his brother. He didn’t even feel this nervous when he waited for Broderick back at the cabin after he had been searching for him for years. Today, though, was different. He already knew what this meeting was going to be about, and if he had no reason to feel this guilty, he wouldn’t feel like he was walking the green mile right now. Would his brother punish him? And if so, how badly? Showing any disrespect to the Alpha or Luna of a pack was highly forbidden, and he had certainly crossed a line yesterday when he was staring at Aubrey like she was his next meal. It was such a strang
