Adriel POV
"Get your hands up or I will take them off," I snapped, keeping my eyes fixed on the muddy patch of turf in the centre of the pack training grounds.
The morning air smelled of crushed grass and heavy male sweat. The Lycan tournament was supposed to be a demonstration of pack strength, but right now, it just felt like a pressure cooker waiting to blow.
My brother Mitchell was standing three feet away from me. His shoulders were tense, the muscles in his back rippling under his black training vest. He had not looked me in the eye once since the sun came up. Ever since I had managed to connect with Betty inside my own head, Mitchell had been a wall of silent, toxic fury. He felt left out. He felt replaced.
"I do not need your advice, Adriel," Mitchell muttered, his voice droppi
