"Oooo, my brother's getting some p***y," Dean said from beside me, making me shoot him a glare.
"The f**k, no." I denied and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"She's a werecat, which makes her a p***y, and you know you just want her all to yourself." He stated, letting out a low suggestive moan.
"You're sick," I growled at him, turning to look at my mate and watching her smirk at me.
"So, why're you guys here?" She questioned, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"I should be asking you the same thing." I replied and she stiffened.
"Answer me first." She said weirdly, causing me to shrug.
"Dean and I were bored, we went for a walk and his dumbass came in here. So why're you two here?" I raised a brow, clearly curious to her answer.
"Curious, we overheard our dad talking about two werewolves
