~Clifton~
"It's worrisome to see you sneaking out of the pack." My brother's familiar voice stops me in my tracks. I don't need to look back, it's always Declan. He is the only one that can sniff me out.
The handsome, strong, and smart detective of the family. "And why would I want to sneak out of the pack?" I ask him, turning around to meet his gaze.
"You tell me." He responds and then he asks, "where are you going, Clif? Maybe I could come with you if you need more muscle."
I glance across the streets. My Aston Martin is parked just a stone's throw from where I'm standing, and the streets are clear for now. "It's going to snow later in the day," I tell him.
"I'm not worried about the snow," he grumbles, tapping his shoe on the ground.
I smile at the actual meaning of his words. "
