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a few hundred yards away.
    It was hard to tell in the dark, but the land looked a lot like it did around the Gresham Ranch. He didn’t recognize any landmarks, but he couldn’t have been far. Maybe just a hundred miles or so.
    The screen door on the mobile home creaked as it opened and swung shut again.
    Cain headed toward him, whistling a cheerful tune. He was showing no signs of injury from their earlier fight. Even his eye had healed cleanly. Abel growled and strained against his bindings.
    “Evening, bro,” Cain said, sitting next to him. He was holding a plate of grilled meat, and the smell of steak wafted over the air. “How do you feel?”
    “Like I jumped out of the back of a semi,” he croaked. Taking the smallest breaths made it feel like a broken rib was digging into his lungs.
    “Yeah. Not your best move.” He cut a piece of the steak and held it over his face. “Want a bite?”
    Screw dignity. Abel strained his head forward, caught the meat between his lips, and pulled it off the fork.
    As soon as he swallowed, warmth rippled down his skin. That was why he hadn’t completely healed yet—it had been too long since he last ate.
    Cain fed him a few more bites. Abel tried not to enjoy it too much.
    It wasn’t long before his strength had returned enough to soothe the worst of his breaks and bruises. And then he felt strong enough to talk. “I’m guessing this means you’re going to sacrifice me to bring back Mom,” Abel said, twisting his wrist in the ropes.
    “So Rylie and Seth told you about that.” He held out another bite of steak. Abel ignored him. Cain ate it instead, chewing loudly.
    Abel scowled. “I can’t believe that everything you’ve done—stalking Rylie, threatening us, attacking the sanctuaries—has all been about bringing Eleanor back.”
    “Not all about that. The revenge is a big part, too. You starting to feel better?”
    “A little.”
    Cain drove the fork into Abel’s side. The tines scraped against his ribs.
    Abel roared and arched his back.
    “How about now?” Cain twisted the fork once before jerking it free. It wasn’t silver—the wound began stitching back together immediately.
    “Go suck yourself,” Abel groaned.
    He knew that was pushing it, so he wasn’t surprised when Cain drove the fork into his ribs again, before the last wound had even healed.
    His screams echoed off of the rolling hills.
    “Funny,” Cain said, licking the fork clean. “Seth didn’t make a peep when we tortured him. I guess he really is the better brother.”
    That hurt worse than a thousand forks.
    “Kill me now. I don’t care. Just stop talking at me.”
    “I can’t kill you yet. I have to wait for my necromancer to get here, and then I can kill you.” Cain finished off the steak using the bloody fork and sat back with a sigh.
    But Abel knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. He could tell by the sadistic glimmer in Cain’s eye, and the way his lips peeled back from his teeth when he smiled.
    “You should just be grateful that Rylie got pregnant, or she would be in your position right now,” Cain said.
    Pregnant?
    Abel twisted in his ropes to glare at his half-brother. “What the hell are you talking about? Rylie’s not pregnant.”
    “Whoops. Guess I just let that puppy out of the bag. Didn’t she mention it to you?”
    He was bluffing. He had to be. Rylie couldn’t be pregnant—it wasn’t physically possible.
    “Female werewolves can’t have babies,” Abel said.
    “True. Most female werewolves can’t. They miscarry every time they transform. But some—like Alphas—have enough control to stay human. Since they periodically go into heats, where they must couple with their chosen mate, they can breed.”
    “Chosen mate,” Abel echoed, unable to keep a scowl off his face.
    So Seth was going to be a dad, and he’d have a kid with the girl Abel loved. Great. Just freaking great. That was going to make family reunions fun.
    Cain leaned over him. “You