"Yeah, and if they go too far, I will too. But this I think they need to get out of their systems."
"And if they turn into wolves while they're fighting on a public street?"
"We'll deal with it if it happens."
Aimee wasn't so sure about this as she watched Fury lift Fang up off his feet and slam him onto the ground. Fang flipped up and then dealt Fury a blow so hard she swore she could feel it. They looked like they were trying to kill each other with their bare hands.
What on earth were they thinking?
* * *
Fang pounded Fury with a lifetime of pent-up anger. Every time Fury had flipped him off or mouthed at him over the centuries and Vane had stopped him from attacking the little prick. Every time he'd wanted Vane in the Nether Realm and had been forced to fight the demons on his own. . . .
Every bit of it came out.
But as he pounded other images came to him too. Fury trying to stand up to their father when no one else would. Fury staying with them when Anya had died. . . .
Fury fighting by their sides. . . .
Brothers.
He dealt Fury a blow to the chin that knocked him straight onto his back, flat on the ground. He went down on his knee and twisted his fist in Fury's black T-shirt, intending to hit him again. But the sight of Fury's face gave him pause.
There was a cut above his right eye that left blood trailing down his temple. His lips were split, his teeth bloody. Bruises were forming on his chin and cheek.
And even though his eyes were spitting venom, Fury hadn't gone wolf. Human was his weakest form and yet he fought with him as a man.
He wasn't fighting to really hurt him or to win. . . .
Not hurt him. . . .
Fang's dark eyes locked with those eerie turquoise ones. Shame filled him over what he'd just done. He'd attacked Fury as a petty human with hurt feelings.
No, he'd attacked his brother as a rampaging demon.
Lowering his fist, he loosened his hold on Fury's shirt and let him fall back to the sidewalk.
"You through?" Fury taunted as he lay there. "Is that all you got, nancy?"
Fang scoffed at his insult. "You are such a fucking dick."
"And you're an asshole."
Fang sat back on his haunches and started laughing at the two of them on the street, bleeding. He wasn't even sure why he found their patheticness funny, but he did.
As he wiped his hand over his own bleeding lip, he hissed in pain. "Your left hook is impressive."
Fury rolled over to spit blood onto the sidewalk before he sat up. "I could say the same for you."
Fang shook his head as he realized just how sore his ribs were from Fury's punches. For all his lack of Were-Hunter skills and psychic abilities, the little bastard was a good scrapper. "I can't believe of all the wolves in the universe that you're my brother."
"Yeah, well, I didn't exactly get the pick of the litter either."
Fang laughed again. "No, you didn't. The Fates seriously screwed you there."
Fury narrowed his gaze as he tested his loosened teeth with his thumb. He spat out more blood. "So are we still enemies?"
Fang hesitated. A part of him kept wanting to hate Fury, but the problem was he didn't know why.