Twin Alphas, One Luna

"You'll need to mind your manners" My Father warns while heading for his office table; dark circles sit under his eyes and his usually neat hair is messy, betraying another night without sleep. I sigh to myself as I move toward the desk, knowing this latest sleepless night comes from the recent death of one of our pack members, and it doesn't help that the anniversary of Mum's death is edging closer. "Who is coming, Alpha" Adrian Gale asks with respect; he is always this formal even though the alpha is our Dad. He's next in line, and I already know I'll enjoy watching him rule. "But he still won't top Dad". Nyra, my wolf, comments."No, he won't, nobody can be better than Dad." He takes his time answering, his fingers rubbing at his forehead, and pain twists through my heart because I hate seeing him this exhausted and flat. "Riven Thorne and Rowan Thorne of the Nightfang Pack" He says evenly, but the shudder slipping through his spine gives away his fear. For one beat the room goes silent, then an argument flares up as my three brothers start yelling at my Father and at each other. "What the hell" Damon Gale snaps, fists locked tight as he struggles to rein in his temper. Owen Gale, the youngest, reacts in the exact opposite manner to the announcement."They can't come here. They...they'll butcher us all" He drags in a deep breath, trying to hide the panic plain on his face. I wait for Adrian Gale's opinion; he's seated in one of the chairs by the desk. His eyes go unfocused as he starts building a plan in his head. When he rises slowly, he gives his head a quick shake and refocuses. "No, they won't slaughter us" Power and authority ring through his voice. "If those two Alphas want war, then war is exactly what we'll give them" Damon Gale and Micah Gale need a second to take in his words before the argument starts again and their voices climb into a clamour. I can't be bothered listening to them argue, so I turn my focus to Dad. He's leaning against his chair with his arms folded over his chest while he waits for his sons to stop bickering, but his patience is thinning by the second.Like Adrian Gale, my Dad pushes up from his chair, and I glance away because I know what comes next. "Quiet" he roars, snatching their attention at once. "They aren't coming here to start a battle. They're here because they're looking for their mate"