Swiftcurrent Creek All I needed was the last thing I wanted.

The proclamation was a surprise—Akavir was usually better trained at withholding emotion and surprise, but his stare was hard as his muzzle swung to his brother, his own stomach dropping. “You two…?”

Children were what he had wanted for his brother—for the man to settle, to see what it could be like…

Then his had all flown in various directions of chaos and mayhem—dying, losing eyes—being lippy and then attacked.

A paw lifted to wash over his own face, scrubbing hard at one of the scars on his cheek. “Viin” He couldn’t keep this a secret, right?

They had both slept with the same woman.