A Brotherhood of Wolves

Sinclair

I move quickly through the paperwork that the priestess gives us, half of my attention on Ella and Cora across the room. Rafe isn’t hungry yet I know this for sure, and I know that Ella knows too. He ate on the way here, in the car.

So, what he hell is she up

to?

I hand the paperwork back to the priestess, who gives us a warm smile and tells me she’s looking forward to seeing us on the night of the full moon. Roger and I murmur our polite goodbyes and then we both turn our attention back to the sisters.

“What’s going on over there,” Roger asks, watching them with his arms crossed.

I take a moment to look him over. His body is tense, his brow low with worry. “Why don’t you tell me?” I say quietly, my voice low and a little frustrated.

My brother snaps his head back to me, frowning. “What?”

“Come on, Roger,” I respond, shaking my head. “Don’t pretend they’re not talking about you.”

“Me?!” he says, aghast. “What did I do?” But towards the end of his sentence, his eyes flick to the floor. Guilty.

“What’s even going on with you two?” I ask, sighing, not really wanting to have the conversation but feeling pressed to it now if it’s disrupting our plans for our child’s dedication. It’s an important day – I want it to go smoothly, undisturbed by this drama.

“That’s Ella,” Roger murmurs, shaking his head, “speaking through you. You don’t actually care what’s going on between us.”

brought this…issue to my attention. More than I

confused, spinning to me. “What’s

sighing and pressing the bridge of my nose between

“Codger?!”

that

his hand and taking a deep breath. “You guys talk about it

at my beautiful, sweet mate, who wants the best for both of them. “I think Cora is upset. And I thought it was just Ella being Ella until…today. When I see that Cora really is upset. So, did you do

as he, too, looks across the room at this incredible pair of sisters. “I stopped calling her. I regret it, Dominic – I…” he sighs, as if having trouble putting it

nod, understanding, and put a steady hand on his back, letting him know that I’m here. You’ll figure it out,”

up at me, a little exhausted but ready to listen. “If you mess

to protest, but I hold up a hand. He shuts his mouth,

to kill both of us. Just rip us

his head, looking over

And she’s got mom strength now. So let’s just…not cross her. And do our best to make Cora feel welcome, because if Cora’s

explosion sound with his mouth, simultaneously opening his hand like a bomb.

respond, nodding.

thinking our private thoughts.

of my reverie, looking at him.

need

supplies. I glare

“Elominic?”

turns into a

says, starting to laugh. I just give him a shove, unable to help the

up,” I

it has to be Éclair!”

“Don’t say that to her she’ll love it, she’ll never let it

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