“I wanted to watch the hunt,” I muttered.
Colt laughed bleakly. “I give you binoculars to watch birds and you use ‘em to spy on us. I guess there’s no stopping a wolf from doing what she wants if she wants it badly enough.”
He didn’t sound angry. It inspired me to smile, bolstered by his acceptance of me as a wolf like him. Because I was one. Even if the others didn’t act like it.
My smile wilted a moment later. “He took the binoculars,” I said. “But I didn’t tell him you gave them to me.”
“Thanks for that.” Colt turned around again.
I snuck a glance at my brother, watching him carefully slice chunks of meat off the elk and set them aside for me to clean up and package. Despite his lean physique, the muscles in his arms bulged as he flexed and stretched. His smile had two modes:
