Daniel surveyed the pack house with nothing but contempt. God how he hated this place and its endless rules, not to mention the grueling training that was mandatory for all of its members. Throughout all of his childhood he'd had to listen to how great his brother Gabriel was, how special he was and how much better than Daniel he was. Was it any wonder he had turned to drugs to cope? There was no way he would ever match up to his brother. It was impossible.
At least his parents weren't home. That was unusually lucky. It meant he didn't have to listen to their endless lectures and tirades over wasting his life and how he needed to get his head screwed on straight. Gabriel was the perfect poster child, thought Daniel bitterly, and he was just the loser brother that no one wanted to deal wi
