What Dorien knew, and knew well, was that his brother was a skilled strategist.
He had seen through his act of changing the topic, but he had a lot of respect for his brother, almost as much respect as their father did.
He was willing to be pulled along, in so far as it was a direction he was willing to go.
“You, brother, are a real danger to this pack, do you know that?” he mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Reyland asked lightly, stepping forward.
A muscle in Dorien’s jaw ticked.
As his back was to Reyland, Reyland did not see his face.
And because Reyland was not practiced in using wolf abilities, he did not sense the change in Dorien’s aura.
Dorien’s face was pale, his eyes were wide, as he stared ahead, looking at nothing, his eyes quaking in their sockets.
He heard me? Dorien muse
