His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow
I thought if I was calm, if I was reasonable, I could get through to her.
Now, with nothing left to lose, he was breaking free. And Blade… Blade was dangerous.
Blade wasn’t just any wolf. He was cursed. Marked. When I was eighteen, my father was still Alpha, and we went to war with a witch’s coven who were preying on our borders. We won. I won. It made my father proud of me and everyone admired me. But the last witch, with her dying breath, didn’t curse me. She cursed him. She twisted something in Blade’s spirit, making his rage a living thing, a madness that could consume us both.