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 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 see.”
“Yeah?” I raised a brow. “What?”
“We found rake venom.”
I sat up, my fingers curled around the glass. “What the hell? Where?”
“By the lake, if that stuff made it into the water there’s no telling the damage that could have happened.
“They’re trying to kill us,” I murmured.
“Yeah but who out of all the packs?”
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