Berserker
Too bad.
He wiggled his fingers in a little wave and gave her his most charming smile as they passed below her. If looks could kill, he thought, I'd be dead ten times over. Brand enjoyed being able to devil her just a bit, but his wolf whined at the negative attention. Get over it! We can't have her. We're not staying. He did not like his wolf acting like some besotted domesticated canine. He would not succumb to this pull to the woman, no matter how beautiful and strong she was. He was a warrior, damn it, not some lovesick fool like his brother. He would never give in.