Felix could feel Jasper scrutinizing his face for a reaction as he made his way over to the mini-bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey.

　　He needed something to steady his nerves and settle his wolf who was howling in rage at the certainty that Jasper had killed their mate.

　　Felix turned to face Jasper and downed the glass in one gulp, savoring the spread of the fiery liquid as its warmth spread down his throat and radiated outwards, allowing a feeling of calm to settle over him as he fixed his brother with a steely gaze.

　　"Ann isn't dead, Jasper." He said calmly as Jasper's face creased in...