Callan lets his arms fall by his side. "I saw your shack. It's been destroyed."
"I know," I whisper.
Footsteps storm through the house, heading for the front door. Instinctively, my arms squeeze tighter on my chest, and I back away from Callan. Callan may have worked things out with his brothers, but now I'm causing a fight between him and Axel.
"You're trespassing," Axel roars as the screen door swings open, banging against the wall. "You have two minutes to get your mangy ass off my property before the whole pack arrives and tears every organ from your ugly corpse." His hair's all wet like he just got out of the shower, and he's shirtless like Callan.