Jayden POV

Jared. Brother. Despite the cold image of my wolf in my chest churning at the mention of his name, an even larger and far more terrifying creature showed its claws at the very thought of him. Though I managed to restrain both of them, it was hard, bordering on impossible for the latter. Because there were no words that could describe what I felt for my brother. My fists slamming into his arrogant face so many times might describe it, but it still wasn't enough.

Not even close enough.

“It's a long story,” she said in response to her mother's babble. “Do you have time to listen—”

“You...