“Fury wagged his tail and smiled wickedly, then tried to look up Bride’s dress. Vane caught him quickly by the neck. “Stop!” he snarled mentally to Fury. “Or I’ll rip your head off.”Bride frowned at them. “Don’t you like my wolf?”“Yeah,” Van said, patting him roughly on the head. “He’s my new best friend.”“I’m your only friend, dickhead.”Vane balled his fist in the wolf’s fur as a warning to him. “You know you have to be firm with wolves. Let them know who the alpha is.”“Your father?”Vane smacked Fury’s head.“Ow!””