EISEN’S POV
“You don’t have to see her now, Jaxom. Let me go in your stead, I don’t hold the same… attachments that you do,” I tried to reason with my brother, knowing it was a lost cause before the words had fully left my mouth.
He glanced up from the map he’d been hunched over for the better part of twelve hours, eyes flaring a warning yellow. Since my arrival in Saltmoon two days prior, they’d remained that color more often than not, reminding me that I was talking to the wolf, not the man.
“Attachments,” he stated dispassionately before returning to his study. “I have no attachments to that woman. I want to be on a jet for Flagstaff before nightfall. Sooner, if possible.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
What more was there to say? My brother’s sanity was already balanced on a knife’s edge. Push
