Chapter 18

Callan

Ethan is my wingman as we hunt swamp rabbits today—he's on one side, I'm on the other. The helpless little bunny has nowhere to go. I lunge and snap, ending his life with one chomp of my canines. When my teeth connect, I shake the soul free from the rabbit. It flies from the prey's body. Dinner is fucking served.

It's a perfect day to hunt as my brother and I slink through the edge of the woods in Creebay Preserve. The temperature is warm enough but not too warm, and a breeze kisses the fur on our bodies, stroking it like a lover's caress.

We stay watchful for Jacksonville pack members—the pack that owns the land and that Axel, the biggest dick on the planet, commands. That bastard would kill us for taking one fucking rabbit. Thinking of Axel makes my hackles stiffen and bristle. I can't stand the guy, and ever since my brother Warrick challenged him for the Alpha position, the feeling is mutual.