(Sean's Perspective)
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that a lot of what chafes me about Dorian McEttigan is that he's completely innocent in just about everything having to do with his circumstances and he's also wholly likeable, which is obviously not a trait either of his older MacOmb brothers can claim. Frankly, though I'd never admit it out loud, especially to Sandy, I'm as much of a dіck as my wolf half can be—just not on as frequent of a basis—and I'd always considered Silas to be the better man of the two of us.
But in the last seventy-two hours, I've seen a side of Silas that I didn't know existed—something I'd hoped had died out with our dad, instead of the genetics being passed on to the next generation. Turns out that what I'd hoped to be true of Silas and me in some capacity, is genuinely true of Dorian in every capacity. From the opposite side of the coffee table, I study him covertly as I sip my scotch.
