MY SISTER’S EYES DARTED wildly. Just like when she’d been little and had woken as I brought her father home from yet another bar, his legs unsteady, mine nearly folding beneath his weight. If we were lucky, Nick would be sedated enough that the two of us could roll him into bed. If we weren’t lucky, he would be verbally abusive, yelling after Harper as I shoved her out of the room.
Now, as then, her voice quavered. “What’s going on?”
Then, as now, I lied to protect her tender heart. “It’s no big deal. The guys were wrestling.”
Because Tank, Ryder, and Butch had been flung back into humanity by Lupe’s order. I’d seen that much during the fleeting glance I’d allowed myself before returning to my true priority.
“They were wolves,” Harper countered. “They were fighting. Are they going to b
