Tryson grimaced, his oxygen already restricted. Then his brother started to squeeze and Tryson felt one of his ribs pop. He groaned. The grips Lhars had supposed Tryson couldn't release without injuring his brother—and probable himself.
He had to stop this. He had to. But the question was, how? Did he want to kill his brother, who had constantly been a pain in the ass, and extra foxy than kind?
Yet, Lhars apparently was subverting Lina's work with the human Team. And he'd helped Tryson by means of difficult him directly—placed himself lower, and forcing the entire wolf pack to renowned Tryson again. It wasn't an accident. It was a choice his brother had made.
Not to point out that they had been both nevertheless in human form.
"You didn't… shift," Tryson grunted, fighting Lhar's
