told his twin.
Nodding, Ryken agreed, “I know. It’s a curse, but I manage.”
Brie shook her head as she told Luken, “You’re not helping.”
Luken shrugged his shoulders. “He’s my twin, the other half of me. What can I say?”
Huffing out a breath, Jonah added, “Please go, before I puke.”
Chuckling, the twins left.
Brie joked, “Wow, you let them live on the McCarthy Ranch on purpose? Do you keep them hidden from normal society, or do they ever get to go out and play?”
Sebastian shrugged. “I’d like to say the sarcastic twins stay put, but that wouldn’t be true. They get into trouble at every turn and are the perfect choice for finding Mason Levi. If anyone can do it, they can.”
“Let’s hope so,” Jonah mumbled before returning to pick up more broken furniture.
Chapter Six
Sebastian punched the wall in the den, driving his fist through coarse sheet rock. With an arched brow, Jonah rounded the corner, stepping into the room to glare at his brother. He’d watched for hours upon end as Sebastian struggled to control his beast. Whatever was going on inside him wasn’t getting any better.
Sebastian spent the afternoon making love with Brie, and that alone should have calmed the beast, but instead, the moment he separated from her he’d become more agitated, aggressive to the point Jonah feared leaving Brie alone in the same room with him.
Jonah sent Brie upstairs to nap, using the excuse that she’d spent most of the day helping them clean up the cabin. Heavy-lidded eyes told him just how tired she was, but she didn’t complain once about the intense labor. Jonah promised he’d come up soon, and when he had, he’d found her asleep, so he left her there to rest.
Now, he stared at his emotionally frustrated brother, wondering why he chose to hang with him instead of lying cozy in a warm, soft bed beside his gorgeous female. Damn, he was an idiot—a worried brother with too much loyalty.
A single day had passed, and Sebastian didn’t appear any closer to easing the wolf inside him—anger skimmed the surface of his sanity. His eyes glowed silver, his claws and canines lengthened. The wolf begged for freedom, and Sebastian was barely hanging on.
“Anything I can do?” Jonah asked.
Like anything that might stop you from destroying every fucking wall in our home?
“No,” Sebastian replied in a low growl. “I’m fine.”
Leaning against the door frame of the wall, Jonah crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. “Yep, you look great, totally in control. Just ask the numerous holes in the walls.”
Sebastian glared at him, eyes narrowing into a piercing stare. “Don’t fuck with me, Jonah. Now is not the time.”
Jonah raised his hands to ward off his brother’s angry warning. “I imagine any time now is not a good time, bro, so tell me what I can do to help you. Why are you having so many issues getting under control? Even when others in our family lost control and the beast surfaced, it didn’t take them this long to regain focus. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” he roared, slamming another fist into the wall. “I don’t have a fucking clue.” His white, dust-covered hands dug into his dark wavy hair, gripping close to his scalp. “I’m just so damn angry. I feel like I’m still away from Brie. My body and mind are on fire. I want to—” He paused, cutting off his own thoughts.
Jonah’s brow furrowed.
“Maybe I just need more time with Brie.”
A sudden force of panic lurched in his abdomen. Instinct flooded his mind and body—a warning that demanded he protect Brie from his brother—her mate. What the fuck was going on?
“No,” Jonah growled. He’d die before he let his brother use Brie like a piece of meat. How could Sebastian not see that what he sought would hurt her? He could easily kill her if he lost control.
“I won’t let you use Brie like that. I won’t let you fuck her just because you can’t control your
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