"I don't like her there," Damon said again after a while. "Why Astride, of all people? Why?" Damon could hear the subtle growls that left his brother's lips. He hated everything about the Southern Moon pack. It was like a sour taste in the mouth. No matter how they tried to get rid of it, the name of that cursed pack always left a stench behind.

"This changes everything, right?" Damon rubbed his palm against his face, looking at his brother.

Ben released a curt, "No" in response. "It changes nothing"

"Then what do we do now?" Another question came from Damon Black.

Ben pulled his eyes to meet his...