VIOLETS POV
I smelled him before I saw him. Garrett stood casually, leaning against a large oak, glaring in my direction. I came to a stop a few meters away.
My brother looked different. Never had I seen so much hate, so much venom, in the depth of another person’s eyes. Hala reached out to his wolf but got no response, which made me anxious.
The hatred in his eyes leaked out in his voice when he spoke. “Are you just going to stand there? Or did you plan to drag me back in your wolf form?”
Maybe it was a coincidence that he’d chosen this spot; a trunk of clothes was nestled under another tree on my right. I quickly trotted over, shifting behind the bark, and pulled out a white t-shirt and jeans. Time to confront the problem.
“Garrett,” I made eye contact as I approached him, “I need y
