I pushed the door to the pack house open, head high as I surveyed the room. I recognised him instantly, his brown eyes flying open in astonishment as I stared at him down. Ezra looked much older than the last time I had seen him, flecks of gray dotting his hair and beard.
“So… the rumors are true. You have returned to Lunaris Erik.”
I stepped forward pointedly, my stance dripping with menace and authority. “Hello brother. It's been a while.”
He huffed as he shuffled onto a chair in the living room, plopping down with a sigh. “You were not supposed to return, brother. I really hoped you would find some form of happiness far away from this pack, but it seems like your life must not be very fulfilling for you to have wandered back here.” He cracked open a bottle of beer, dunking the con
