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In another time, another place, Rian would have immediately backed off and allowed Rannoch to go about what he felt was right. But he was approaching one year of age, and his hormones dictated—demanded he throw his weight around, and establish his place in the pecking order. This illogical train of aggression was not abated by the generally logical, if not anxious, characteristics of the O'Malley yearling and only served to fuel the fire even more as Rannoch's own anger rose to meet his own. The unexplainable fear had transformed into righteous anger, and Rian was helpless to stop it.

He remained rooted in the spot as Rannoch verbally retaliated, though his hackles slowly raised and his eyes darkened with every sentence that passed through his brother's lips. Prove to me you're even worth it. The argument he'd spent days ruminating over went up in smoke—he initially wanted to merely talk it out with him, and hash it out like the intelligent creatures they were, but when the larger boy's teeth snapped together inches from Rian's face, something in him broke. He would not tolerate the insubordination and disrespect any longer.

Without another word, Rian jumped forward and drove his teeth towards Rannoch's cheek as a snarl ripped through his throat, aiming to grab the boy and slam him face first into the dirt.