Rhys

I sit back in the chair, arms crossed over my chest, and watch the room like it’s a battlefield instead of a bedroom. Old habits die hard. Riven sits across from me, mirroring my posture without even realizing it, the way twins do even after fifteen years of separation. Around us, the other Lycan chieftains scatter in loose clusters, pretending to look dignified while absolutely behaving like a gaggle of females waiting for the juiciest piece of gossip.

My inner Lycan snorts. Too many eyes. We should find our female.

Some things never change.

My brother has always been a pain in my ass. He was born ten minutes...