Free Rebel Wolf (Shifter Falls Book 1) by Amy Green Page A

was, and very different. One had dark brown hair and a shaggy beard, like you’d imagine a bear shifter would look. The other was Native American, with black hair cut slightly long and smooth, muscled brown skin.
    The white, bearded shifter looked unmistakably hung over. He ran a hand through his hair and blinked at Ian. “I’m really sorry about last night, man,” he said. “We got out of control. I’m Edgerton Tucker, and this is my brother, Quinn.”
    If Ian wondered how a white man and a Native American man were brothers, he didn’t ask. “You sobered up?” he asked them.
    “Mostly.” Edgerton noticed Anna, standing in the living room watching them, and blinked at her, startled.
    “This is Anna,” Ian said, giving his usual line. “She’s with me.”
    “You were there last night,” Quinn said to her.
    When she looked closely at Quinn’s eyes, she recognized them as the eyes of the larger, black grizzly from last night. I’m starting to recognize shifters, she thought. She raised a hand and waved politely. “Hello.”
    “Did we scare you?” Edgerton asked her. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He turned back to Ian. “We’re really sorry.”
    “What were you fighting about?” Ian asked.
    The brothers exchanged a look that said despite their hangovers and their shared mission, they were still mad at each other. “It has to do with a woman,” Quinn said.
    “Where is this woman?” Ian asked.
    Edgerton explained. “She was with me, and then she dumped me for Quinn. And then she dumped Quinn and ran off.”
    “And you’re both still drinking and fighting over her like a couple of idiots?” Ian asked them.
    “Pretty much,” Quinn admitted.
    “Fine,” Ian said. “Anna, grab your coat. We’re going to go see how much damage these two did. And they’re going to help clean it up.”
    “You’ll talk to him for us, won’t you?” Edgerton said to Ian.
    Ian paused, headed for the bedroom to grab his socks. “Talk to who?”
    The brothers exchanged another glance. “Heath,” Quinn said.
    Ian’s eyebrows shot up. “My brother?”
    Edgerton flinched. “It was his bar we were in when we started fighting. We wrecked a lot of stuff.”
    Ian glanced at Anna, and she saw the angry confusion in his eyes. “My brother owns a bar?”
    “He bought it a few months ago,” Quinn supplied. “He lives in it, too. His apartment is above the place. We did a lot of damage. He might be mad. That’s why we came here, man. You have to put in a word for us.”
    “Fuck,” Ian said. He sighed. “You two wait here. Anna, get your knife. I’m putting on my damn shoes. I guess we have to go see my brother.”

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    I t figured that Heath would buy a bar—he was a womanizer. Why take the trouble to go to other people’s bars to hook up, when he could just use his own?
    It had been outside a bar that Heath had fought Ian one night, after Ian had first moved to Shifter Falls. Ian had been fresh off winning his first cage fight, drinking a celebratory beer, when he’d caught the unmistakable smell of someone who was Donovan blood. He’d turned to find a shifter sliding onto the empty barstool next to him. “Big brother,” the wolf had said. “Welcome to town.”
    “Who the hell are you?” Ian had asked. He knew the names of his half-brothers, but he’d only laid eyes on Devon.
    “I’m Heath,” the shifter said. “The one who got all the looks and the brains. And you’re Ian, the one who got all the… What did you get, exactly?”
    “The balls,” Ian had told him, sipping his beer, wondering if this particular half-brother was going to make a move. He’d barely escaped Devon with his life. Devon had meant business.
    “Nice one,” Heath said, smiling. Women probably removed their panties regularly for that smile. “Listen, I should lay it out for you. I’m Charlie’s favorite. He tolerates you because you’re blood, but it’s me he likes. Actually, he doesn’t like you at all.”
    “Well, what