The Wrong Brother's Bite
“Maybe she wouldn't for a lean wolf like you, but for a real man, she will. Now get out of here. Go find your girl.”
He catches me in a hard headlock and hugs my broad shoulders. We stand there like two giant bears, then he licks my cheek in the old wolf way. Our parents are cold, but I have the best brother in the whole Moonshadow Dominion. It is time Rham followed his wolf's heart instead of the pack laws.
“Seriously,” he says, letting me go. “Thank you.”
His face goes red. I think his wolf might cry. It is getting too real, and I am too sober for this. “Thank me by not getting caught by the elders,” I tell him, waving my hand. “Now, clear off.”