“I’LL GIVE JUSTIN THIS much credit,” Wolfie growled an hour later after our visitors had been hustled off Haven grounds. “He’s got balls to waltz in here and ask for my sword back. Even if he did hide behind our uncle to do the asking.”
My mate was angrier than I’d expected, all of his usual calm in the face of adversity having flown out the window in light of his uncle’s request. And I definitely understood how childhood slights have a way of snowballing over time, so I’d accepted Wolfie’s rage and merely done the best I could to keep him calm until Justin took his leave. After all, once my mate got over his frustration, I knew he’d agree that it wasn’t worth creating an inter-pack incident over Justin’s need to tweak his brother’s tail.
But I also couldn’t help thinking that my brother
