Enemy Red
“Fenris considered his twin with pity and shook his head. No matter how many times he’d urged Anson to leave with him, his brother had sworn he’d convince their uncle—their alpha—to simply let them be. Fenris knew better. Michael Barton, alpha of the Silver Clan, had a stubborn streak a mile wide. Probably why he and Fenris too often butted heads. Still, Anson should have known better than to wait it out.
Come on, come on, he silently urged, hoping no one spotted him. He’d be damned if he’d agree to this mating nonsense. Finally, Anson turned and looked directly at him. Fenris motioned for his brother to join him until he saw the anger on Anson’s face…directed at him.
“Hell, no. I’m not taking the blame for this. I warned you Uncle Mike wouldn’t give in. You’re on your own, bro.”
Fenris shot his brother a one-finger salute and ran like hell into the woods before his uncle set the wolves on him. He’d been planning this escape for days. Since Anson refused to listen to reason, he’d have ...to make his own way through that hellish ritual.MoreLess
Come on, come on, he silently urged, hoping no one spotted him. He’d be damned if he’d agree to this mating nonsense. Finally, Anson turned and looked directly at him. Fenris motioned for his brother to join him until he saw the anger on Anson’s face…directed at him.
“Hell, no. I’m not taking the blame for this. I warned you Uncle Mike wouldn’t give in. You’re on your own, bro.”
Fenris shot his brother a one-finger salute and ran like hell into the woods before his uncle set the wolves on him. He’d been planning this escape for days. Since Anson refused to listen to reason, he’d have ...to make his own way through that hellish ritual.MoreLess
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