~Axel's Point Of View~
After leaving Luis alone, I had intended to just go for a little sightseeing since I hadn't been around in the pack for over five years. I remember how Mom had called, manipulating me into coming home for Álvaro's Luna Wolf hunt.
I didn't give a damn about my pompous brother. I'd rather sit my ass at home!
The call had started innocently enough—her soft, sweet "Hijo mío," mused so sweetly in a way that usually meant trouble.
I should've hung up. I really should've.
"It's your duty as a brother, Axel," she had said.
"Duty?" I'd snorted, pacing in my luxury apartment at Canary Wharf. "Since when has Álvaro treated me like a brother? If anything, mamá, he's always treated me like a thorn, just like the rest of you."
I could almost picture her saying: maybe because you are.
"You are brothers whether you like it or not. I gave birth to both of you. You share blood. Do you think that means nothing?"
Ah, yes, the blood argument. Classic mamá.
