Chapter 21
If you’d asked me that morning whether Wolfie loved his brother, I would have said that my mate would gladly gut the monster himself if given the opportunity. But the ties of blood are strong. So once my co-alpha was confident that Lantana was alive and well, he shifted quickly back to human form and clutched his sibling’s limp paw in two hands of his own.
My only blood brother. I could have sworn the words flew out of Wolfie’s mind and into my own. But maybe I was just so closely attuned to my mate’s inner wolf that I was able to get the gist of his feelings from the way his animal half cringed, belly flat against the ground within his human form.
There were other matters begging for my attention, of course. Like the blood and urine soaking into our quilt, mattress, and floo
