EISEN’S POV
My feet pounded over the brown expanse of earth, a dry wind rustling the black fur that carpeted my spine. It was hazy out, likely from the wildfires raging to the west in California. Each inhale burned at my lungs, but it was nothing compared to the rage consuming my heart. I’d run through the night and into the next morning, but my emotions were still in turmoil.
For a year, I’d taken all the bullshit Jaxom had to throw at me. For a year, I’d dropped my eyes in submission, apologized for wounding his pride, and tolerated the heedless way he ruled our father’s pack. From Flagstaff, I’d assumed a quiet role of leadership, allowing my brother to continue the extravagant lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to. I’d done everything my father had ever asked of me, everything that coul
