Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

She glared at him, her bi-colored eyes peering deeply in his as one side of her upper lip pulled up. While he might be the firstborn, he was not superior. Astrid knew for sure he was not favored - not even by the missing king of their woods. Mother hated equally, and father loved only the ones that did not act like total brats. And her oldest brother surely was a brat. You are no fun today, big brother. She snickered, taking a few steps farther toward him. But are you ever?