Ezra POV

“Ezra.” Hunter marched in.

“Brother,” I said, setting the glass of brandy down.

I was more of a scotch guy, but I thought I would change things up today. My younger brother of three years settled on the leather seat in front of me. I was at the pack house. I was rarely here these days, and I found myself at the bar longing for a petite human girl.

“What’s up with you?” Hunter asked.

“Can’t a guy have brandy?”

“Sure. We found something you might want to ...