Dane POV

Cursing as they headed through the crisp late afternoon air to Birdcliff where they’d been invited to a business dinner with Azandra’s parents and several merchants who could help the pack, Dane Cresta turned to his immovable mountain of a brother Kyon. “Jiro’s upset.”

Kyon lifted thick black brows. “It has to happen sometimes. More so because he’s Alpha. It still doesn’t come close to your head exploding before lunchtime every day. And keep your voice ...