Luka povI'm a mess. A bundle of nerves and tension, but all my beloved brother does is grin and keep his mouth shut. Isn't that ironic? For once, he's silent, and so it happens that Lenox has chosen silence when all I need is for him to run his mouth. I raise an eyebrow, just barely holding onto the last remnants of my patience. This guy should better start talking, or I don't bear responsibility for what's going to happen to him. Lenox takes a deep breath and shakes his head, "Listen, Luka, I don't want to alarm you, but I think you should know this..." He pauses and places a hand over his chest as if about to announce the news of someone's death. "Brother, dearest, I suspect something crawled up your ass while you were sleeping. Don't freak out right away, but I suspect it died there." I stare at him dumbfounded. Why did I assume Lenox would have anything serious to share with me? Obviously, he knows something, details I'd like to find out without him putting on a whole show, b

Luka povIf I leave Lenox in my personal space, it will end in one of two scenarios:One- the madman will fall asleep. Two- Lenox will rearrange everything and leave a few 'gifts' all over the office that I won't notice until the stench appears.The last time I let him rest in my office, it was awful. The moron had someone's finger hidden behind the bookshelf, and it took me weeks to figure out why he laughed every time he met me.The idea that I should have heightened senses is ridiculous when it comes to Lenox. I shake my head and pick up the pace. The further I get away from him, the less likely I'll think about his pranks. As I turn the corner, I run into my father. He has that classic, cheeky grin on his lips, and no words are needed for me to understand why he's still around. "Mom went to see her favourite child, I suppose?" I raise an eyebrow."Damn right, she did." Dad crosses his arms in front of his chest and arches an eyebrow, mimicking me. He's not usually like this, b

Luka pov All I needed was some time away from Lenox and his fuckedup brain, but now I'm forced to turn around and run back to him. By the time I storm past my dad and reach the office door, mom's leaving. Good, at least I don't have to come up with an excuse to get her to leave us. As I reach for the door handle, she stops me by placing her hand on my chest. "Luka, my son, I know your heart is in the right place, so please be patient with your brother. He's trying his best; it's just that Lenox is different, and he shows his love for us differently than we do. Keep that in mind." I don't have an answer to such a statement, so I just gulp and nod. Mom's face breaks out in a wide smile as she hugs me before she leaves. Once I'm sure she's gone and taken the bunch of weirdos with her, I storm into the office. Lenox is lying on the couch like he owns the place. "Get up; we have to go," I blurt out, hurrying to my desk and getting the car keys out of the drawer. "Where to?" Len

Lazarus povI've been around the temptation longer than Luka, and I know how amazing it is to be with Sarah, but my brother looks just as shitty and hopeless as I do. I want to get a repeat of what I got, and he's desperate to take that first leap into the unknown. His breathing is shallow and way too fast. I place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it to pull him out of the haze. "Brother, try to calm down, I know it's hard, but we have to do what's best for her. One wrong move, and she'll hate us all once the heat is over." Luka runs his fingers through his hair and nods his head. We've been in a similar situation before with she-wolves, but none of them had even half as intense heat as Sarah. Besides, while many say that cats and wolves don't get along, I beg to differ. Her scent is pulling in the most powerful Alphas on the continent, and I'm sure that means something. I can't let go of Luka. Don't get me wrong- I trust my brother, but the thing is, he has feelings for Sarah,

Lenox povThe look on their faces. Man, it's priceless. If I had known that all I had to do to get this reaction from my brothers was to say a few things instead of doing them- I'd have done that ages ago.So much for actions over words, right?"I never thought I'd say this, but Lenox, you're sick beyond all limits known to mankind. What the actual fuck? Seriously, what kind of demons live inside your mind?" Luka speaks; a look of disbelief won't leave his face as Lazarus holds him back.Honestly, I don't think Laz needs to hold Luka- I have a hammer and a knife, oh and a guy under my foot, but what does Luka have? That's right- nothing. Hashtag winning. "Maybe my demons are high," I shrug. The beauty of conversations is that I can choose which questions to answer and which to ignore. Besides, I don't owe my brothers explanations about shit I like to do, just as I don't ask them personal questions. You don't see me standing here asking Luka anything about his sick love of books.