Aurelius stared at his brother as Jordan arrived at the dinner table looking slightly irritated. The celebration tonight was in honor of the autumn harvest, a tradition the pack had maintained for centuries. It was supposed to be a joyful occasion.
“Why the sour face?” Aurelius asked with a grin. “Did someone piss in your wine already?”
Jordan glared at him before leaning in close. “Mother,” he hissed.
Aurelius raised a brow. “What about her?”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “She cornered me an hour ago. Said it was time I found a woman. Apparently watching you claim some random girl as your mate made her realize both her sons are lacking in that department.”
Aurelius couldn’t help it. He laughed, the sound genuine and loud enough that a few nearby nobles turned to look.
“It’s not funny,” Jo
