"That should be him right now," my father said, nodding to the office door.

I spun around as the door swung open and my brother swaggered into the room as if it were his personal domain. As was typical since they were kids, Oliver, our Pack Healer was directly behind him, his presence blending into my brother's shadow perfectly.

I was three years older than my brother, Erik, but unless one knew that fact, there was no way to tell that even after observing our interactions. Not ...