Have It All

When I finally see my brother, it feels as if two years have passed since I last saw him, even though it's only been a week and a half. He looks... older, somehow. Tired.

"Hey, what the hell is going on with you? Does it have to do with this shit?" I ask Justin, gesturing around us, at the hundreds of men ready to attack. Justin shakes his head and grabs me for a tense hug, "So, what is it? You look like fucking shit."

"Thanks, bro. I'll tell you what’s going on once this is over, it's a long conversation," he says with a sigh, and I just nod. I know it has to do with the fact that he has a fated mate now, but I don't think she's the reason he's so tired, right? Unless they’ve been fucking so much, she’s not letting him sleep. Finding your mate is the best thing that can happen, not something bad. Unless... she has another mate already, one who died but not really, so now Justin will have to enter a polyamorous relationship? Nah, I don't think that can happen twice, "Are you ready,