Being away from her was hell. I wouldn’t even pretend that I hadn’t been a bitch all day. Of course Jerry had been equally as grumpy, snippy and bear-like, but God forbid you called him out on it. “I don’t care why you were fighting. We’re a pack. You don’t fight your brothers.” Jerry’s voice bellowed down Main Street. The boys had literally stopped traffic with their brawl. “He’s tryin’ to steal my mate.” Wes snarled at Bren. “You can’t steal a fuckin’ mate if she’s yours too!” Bren spit at the ground. “How old are you?” I scoffed. “They’re twenty years of stupid. You’re either going to hurt each other and her or you’re going to run her off. Either way, you’re fucking it up.” Jerry held firmly to their collars. “Lock ‘em up together until they work this out.” They both rebelled, rumbles and tiny barks sounding between them. Jerry expelled a growl loud enough to send shivers down my spine. Everyone fell eerily silent, aside from the car speeding off in the opposite direction. Something about it seemed off; wrong.
