Between Two Brothers

Tristan

"He said he won't be back to the packhouse till tomorrow," Orion disclosed, standing by the door of my workspace, watching me unscrew nuts from the engine to replace the valve.

I cleaned my hands on my oil-stained work shirt and wiped the sweat off my brows, turning to give Aidan's Beta my audience. He looked disgusted as he glared around the room, which was filled with spare parts and stank of machine oil. A big engine stood in the middle. The devil refused to come apart.

"Is there a reason?" I raised a brow.

He cleared his throat, standing erect, and said, "There's news that his side of Blood canine is being ambushed."

My second brow went up. "And he's there all alone?" Something told me he wasn't accounting for everything, which wasn't something to worry about.

"He says he can handle it; this is all I am allowed to say."

And that was all I would get from him no matter how hard I pushed, which I wouldn't do anyway.

I dismissed him with a wave, and he left silently, just as he