Landon's POV 

  “Forget I said that.” I replied Karl. As dumb as he was, I was not going to dare him. 
  “That's better.” I could sense the pride, even in his drunken state. My patience with this dumbass was weaning, I wish I could drive my fist into his face there and then, leaving him a bloody mess. 
But I couldn't. The rancid wolves he's leading would be at Moonstone, ready to fight tooth and nail. 
 “What do you want?” I asked.
  “That's a beautiful question, the best I've heard you say, in what? Two years?” He stroked his beards, with all the vile thoughts going through his head. “We never got paid for working with you.” He looked me in the eyes. “That aside, we never got compensated for our losses .”      “Hold your fucking tongue.” I yelled at him. “What losses exactly? The death of boys who had merely gotten used to their wolf's? Who's bastard their victims have to care for and cater to? Or don't you know that what they lack in fighting and competence, they made up for in reproduction?” By the time I got done with what I was saying, he was already laughing so loud I couldn't even hear myself,baring his browned teeth in reckless abandon. “You're such an unreasonable bastard.” I almost spat at him.
  “Come on! Are you now with her too? That's the line my ex Luna always used on me. Stop acting like a little girl. 
I felt thoroughly insulted. Especially not by a half drunk loser bastard who has failed at everything but impregnating everything with holes between its legs. 
  “I'm going to believe that was a slip of tongue.” I gave the excuse while looking at him, daring him to say just one more stupid thing. He gets that I'm not in the mood for trash and holds his tongue in his battered mouth. “What of that brother of yours?” I felt it was the best time to ask, when Karl was still under the control of alcohol. He had always been touchy about the subject of his brother, whose name differed from his with just the letter ‘e’. I remember laughing to myself on my way back to Moonstone on my first visit here about how uncreative their father was with names..
Karl was initially cool with “taking Kael out”, even though he had other ideas from mine. I wanted to kill him, Karl was cool with first ridding him of his love, who I heard went on to marry an actual Alpha, then Kael went rogue and the only times anyone ever heard of him was when he entered Moonlily in his wolf form and went straight to the place to take whatever he pleased. 
  “Why are you suddenly interested in him?” He asked me. Even if he tried to sound interested, the alcohol wasn't making it any easier for him. 
  “Who said I was? Isn't it polite to ask about one's family?” I replied to him sarcastically. 
  “Oh really.” He replied, with the exact same energy. “ You have to forgive me. I forget my manners most times. And how's that your sister, the one you said I could have if we took what's his name…  er, Vance down?” The smile he punctuates it with gave something away. “How's your mate also? When was the last time you visited her? Or is it her who is visiting these days?” Fuck! How did that bastard know? There has to be a weak link in the pack. If I ever caught that bastard, I would wring his neck in a heartbeat. Karl saw I was shook and had his fill of fun and laughter. “You know, Kael once said she was very beautiful, your mate, that is, I was prepared to renegotiate with you about taking her instead of your sister whom I had never seen.” He leaned back to allow proper visuals about how what he said charmed me. 
Firstly, it means someone knew about Nadia and I. What is surprising is how the person told Karl instead of Vance. If the person was doing it for the right reasons, Vance should have been the one to know about it. It means one thing, there's someone from Moonlily among us. 
He also said Kael saw Nadia. That's some bullshit right there. 
  “How would you even know who Kael saw?” I asked his stupid looking self. 
  “That's because, unlike you, I didn't kill my blood. And when the mood takes us both, we talk about things.” 
  “I knew it!” I was really holding myself from gripping his neck., “he's the one who planted all those ideas in your head.” 
  “You give him way less credit. If I gave him a chance to help me take you down, you'd be buried before you know what happened.” He ended with a very menacing smile, eyeing me like a piece of garbage. 
  “So why don't you?” I dared him. Drawing one step closer. 
  “Because, whether or not Vance wants you dead-we both know he does, he would be obliged to take down the killers of his ‘beta’.” He said to me as a matter of-fact. It looks like I'm giving him way less credit than he deserved. 
  “You're a wicked bastard.” I shot at him, unable to hold it in anymore.
  “Yeah, two years now.” He sneered, sucking his teeth with the least care in the world. If I hated him before, I hate him more now. 
  “What do you want?” I asked him, lost for words. If I heard anymore things he knows about me, one of us would definitely not make it out alive. 
  “if memory serves me right, this cannot be the first time you've asked that, right?” He did not even bother to look up. 
  “Trash that out with your memory when I'm gone, for now, answer the damn question.” I fired at him. 
He knew I was scared, even though I tried so hard to hide it. He knew it. There's a lot of things I thought I had carefully hidden, apparently, he has known about them all along. And best believe this in not even all he's got. I really should stop making deals with bastards like this. 
And Nadia was going to explain what the hell was going through her mind when she entertained a bloody rogue. It also means she knows more that I think she does, fuck! 
What sort of a game is this? I don't even know what to think. And all the while, in my head, I had been playing her, them both. 
How does one get played in their own game? My father, if he were here, would call me a pathetic loser and remind me that it was for that reason he fled with just me, leaving my brother behind, because he had always known he could hold his own. 
Still the biggest reason I resent the old man.