Reeds POV
I turned toward Ryan. He had looked uneasy from the moment I had seen him standing in the living room. No one else seemed to notice, but I had known Ryan for 19 years and I knew he was trying to hold face while the girls were there.
“Alright spill.” I walked over to the dining area and pulled out a chair. He gave me a look as if pleading for me not to ask. He also pulls out his own chair and sits down, hanging his head in his hands.
“It’s nothing.” He looks up but still won't look me in my eyes. Instead, he looks away from me towards the kitchen, refusing to make eye contact.
“Bull.” I call him on his lie and he looks down at his hands.
“No brother, we are wolves. I know it gets confusing sometimes.” He gives a half smile at his own joke which I return with a stern look.
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