Damon’s POV

“Devante!” I yelled before landing my hard fist on his pretty face. He cursed out as his body hit the floor in a heavy thud.

“What the fuck?” He groaned, checking out his busted lip.

“What the fuck?! You can curse at me right now, Devante, what is wrong with you? What the hell are all these?”

I wasn’t really in the mood to address the crowd of werewolves that were already gathered, watching my brother make a damn fool out of himself.

Devante grew up being spoiled, he just wasn’t the right person I’ll choose for a brother if I had a choice but sometimes, we don’t...