Tamara woke to voices arguing. Loud voices. Angry voices.
“You can't just show up after two years and pretend you care!" That was Kai, furious.
"I'm not pretending anything, little brother.” Another voice, smoother, meaner. “I heard about the attacks. Came to help.”
“Help?” Kai scoffed, really bitter. “Like you helped when Dad was dying? Oh, right, you ran away.”
Tamara opened her eyes. She was lying on an old couch that stank of dust and old motor oil. The mining facility's emergency still lights flickered. Her head felt heavy, like she'd slept too long but not long enough.
Across the room, Kai faced another wolf. Smith. Had to be. Same dark hair, same strong jaw, but where Kai was all rough edges and warmth, Smith was sharp and cold. Like a human-shaped dagger.
“Dad made his choi
