Blackfeather Woods I'm the shi*

He would have expected a different answer, but the other male claimed to be close to Damien's age. The dark male looked him up and down, as if evaluating a product. "What's your job?" he asked coldly. He assumed that Burke had given Thatcher a task if he had been lucky enough to get in the pack, but by the looks of it he wouldn't be able to do much of a physical work properly. The Brotherhood needed beasts, or at least that was what Damien's mind was screaming now that his desire to fight a deserving opponent were on a spike.