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stared, growls sounding in the cold evening air.  
    “I’m sorry.” Charlotte’s quiet voice broke the two from their staring contest as they both whipped their heads in her direction. She stood almost beside Rebel, remaining one step behind him as if afraid Beast would physically attack her. “I didn’t mean to stare. I just—”
    Beast didn’t wait for her excuses. He spun on his heel and walked away, heading toward the tree line where the path to the lakefront began.
    “I’m taking the last cabin. You all can figure out the rest of the accommodations without me.”
    I watched him leave, frustration a bitter burn on my tongue. The judgment Beast received due to his scars and his ink was something I’d long since grown used to witnessing, though I’d never expected one of the Feral Breed’s own to be the one delivering it. And though Charlotte wasn’t a member of the Breed, as a mate to one, I’d expected the same level of respect from her as I did from Rebel.  
    Charlotte clung to Rebel’s side, looking as if someone had just kicked her puppy. “I didn’t mean to upset him.”
    Rebel grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “I know. Beast’s just—”
    The longer Rebel struggled with a descriptor for the man who’d introduced me to this new life, the angrier I became.  
    “Beast is Beast. Before you go pegging him with any other label, you might want to remember the definition of loyalty.”
    Rebel growled and turned to angle himself in front of Charlotte. As if he actually believed I would do anything to put her at risk. Rebel may have been my den president, a respected leader within the Feral Breed, but at that moment, I felt let down by him. His mating had truly knocked him off his game.
    “You might want to watch your tongue, Pup. I don’t yet see a Breed insignia on that leather coat.”
    “Don’t.” Charlotte pushed away from Rebel and took a step toward me. “It’s my fault. Leaving my brother for the week and all the other stuff going on, it’s got me on edge. Rebel’s just…”  
    She glanced back at the man in question. His eyes met hers, a look of something wary and dark crossing his face. Something was definitely off between them, though I had no desire to find out what. I just hoped they could figure it out. And soon.
    I shrugged, my body practically itching to shift and run. “It’s fine.”
    Charlotte turned my way, a small smile on her face. “It’s not. I was rude, and Rebel defending me when I’d been completely in the wrong, while sweet, didn’t help things. I’ll apologize to Beast.”
    “You don’t need to apologize,” Rebel said.
    “Yes, I do. And so do you.” She gave him a serious look, one filled with hidden meaning. “If you’re doing this, then we both have to figure out how to make it work. That means I have to get over my fear, and you have to figure out how to not always be the protective asshole I know so well. These are your brothers. We both need to treat them that way.”
    The two held each other’s gaze for a few seconds before Rebel sighed and nodded.  
    “Fine.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose before meeting my gaze. If the look on his face was any indication, apologizing was the last thing he wanted to do. “My bad.”
    “Whatever, man. We’re cool.” I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck. Something had the wolf inside me hyped up. Whether it was Rebel’s odd behavior or knowing Beast had been hurt by Charlotte’s reaction to him, I had no idea. It could’ve been neither. But the feeling of something coming, something big, wrapped itself around me and had me practically dancing in my need to shift. “I think I’m going to head out for a run.”
    Rebel’s brows drew together. “You okay?”
    As he waited on my response, his blue eyes seemed to travel over every inch of my body, looking for signs of danger. When they came back to meet mine, he watched me, practically stared straight into my soul to examine