The Enforcer Enigma (San Andreas Shifters #3)

by G.L. Carriger

Kev said once that he worried his brother was broken beyond repair. The rest of the pack thought he might be, too. Judd didn’t. Or perhaps it was more, that he hoped if Colin was broken, it was like a break in one of those Japanese cups. The kind that could be repaired with gold and made into something imperfectly precious and whole again.

“So you got baggage with your mother.” “We talking parents now? You wanna tell me about yours?” Isaac twitched. “Okay, touché. But you’re old enough to know the damage done, regardless of who did it originally, eventually is your responsibility and not your excuse. Especially not an excuse for poor behavior towards others when we have guests. You’re not a pup anymore.”

“But that’s what brave is, sweetheart. Stepping forward, even when you know you can’t win. People like me who do it all the time, that’s because it’s in our nature to be fierce. That’s not bravery, that’s duty.” “But the way she treated you!” Colin looked like he was going to be physically ill. Judd pressed his lips together. He was exhausted by several lifetimes spent coping with not just bigotry, but others’ guilt when they witnessed that bigotry. Even though the first came from a place of entitlement and the second from a place of affection, they were both burdens placed on him through no action of his own.