i am not your autumn moon

Atticus felt a spark of anger flicker within him. His frosty gaze flicked to her muzzle as she spoke, unintentionally noticing the movement of her onyx lips as she fussed at him. He remembered those lips on his skin…

He blinked. Flattening his ears backward in ire, he looked away. "I told your mate I needed some time," he responded flatly, pointedly avoiding saying his brother's name. "Did he not bother to tell you?" It wouldn't have surprised him if Perry had considered that unimportant too, like everything else that didn't directly involve himself.