He chuckles. “Just wanted to let you know how the land lies. She needs a firm hand, Brother, and just so happens, I’ve got the time for her. And,” he winks at me, “I know not to touch her hair.”

I snort.

“We ready for this?” Salem, standing by Lost’s side, shouts out, his hands rubbing together as if he’s eager to begin.

Calls start to ring out.

“Fuck yeah!”

“What are we waiting for?”

“Let’s go skin us some Wolves.”

As brothers indicate that they sure are, I brush all thoughts of my sister to the back of my mind.