Axel’s pov
Kai and I walked into the packhouse with our breaths still shaking with signs of the violent evening we had had. The evidence of the fight we just finished was still on us, blood—some ours, some not—and a slight scent of rogue wolf clogged the air around us. There was tension between us, but also an unspoken victory we shared. We did our job. We protected our pack. That was all there was to this.
“These clothes are a bit too snug,” Kai said as he flexed his muscles which had me rolling my eyes.
“Maybe you should have worn your size and not taken the smallest clothes from the spare clothes there,” I noted to him.
“Who was to know we were going to explode midair while fighting rogues?”
I halted in my steps as I turned to him. “Brother, we are wolves. We transform and our clot
