Angelo
Angelo Morgan was packing guns, and weaponry to counter anything he would come across that seemed like a hindrance to his mission to find his mate, and right now, his brother was that hindrance.
"move Carl or you'll be the first..." he warned his brother who just looked at him, bored, and sulking.
"No. I won't move, and we both know you can't kill me now, please, brother, can we just have a normal discussion for once? I mean, if it isn't so much trouble, your troublesome fucking highness who's going into a war zone he doesn't know shit about."
He was clearly pushing Angelo's buttons, but that was his intention anyway. If his brother weren't going to listen to him, then he would try persuading him in any possible ways, including but not limited to being rude, not that it would make any difference to Morgan, but that was the only other way to get the huge ass alpha wolf to listen to him.
