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It had been almost a month since the “wedding” had occurred. Ever since Giuseppe had taken to avoiding Matteo at all costs and it appeared that the albino had been making no effort to see him himself as they had yet to meet face to face. There had been a few close called where the coydog would wander through the caves and hear his voice or catch his scent but he would quickly turn and walk away, ears perked and tail raised.


Gemma seemed to be as angry at the white male as he was. Surprisingly to the brown hued rebel, having another creature on the same page as him was reassuring. Never before in his life had he felt the same emotions against someone as another animal. It was a strange feeling to be united with another living creature. He even didn’t mind sleeping beside her every now and then. On the plus side she was also very willing to give him sexual attention at a glance, certainly more obedient than Matteo ever was.


Today though the hybrid found himself glaring at Teo’s door, almost unwilling to bring himself to knock. The betrayer had his collar and Giuseppe wanted it back. It had been Matteo’s before they had arrived in Nova Scotia but now that the male was no longer his to use as a slave it was Gemma’s turn to ware the accessory. Taking a deep breath he brought a hand to the door and knocked three times, each time his hand resisting the action. For this occasion he picked out his black suit once more. This was not meant to be a happy occasion for either brother for it solidified Teo’s exile from Giuseppe’s mind and family. Waiting impatiently the elder pack mate glanced around quickly to ensure that their conversation would not be interrupted. After all, this was a very private matter.

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It had been a while since the brothers had talked properly and Giuseppe, although angry, expected himself to be better than Matteo in every way, including in this delicate situation. Stiffening as the door creaked open the hybrid assumed a conservative position, his face a blank slate to the pale man he use to call brother.
His visit was not to be a happy occasion for either brother and so it seemed Matteo was already aware of this. Removing his white fedora over his awkwardly tall ears Giuseppe held the hat close to his side; it was rude to wear a hat during business indoors.


Although Matteo’s words were not lost on the brothers’ ears, another captivated the older Trovato’s attention. Down near the floor was a little girl, boated in a light tawny coat and large ears similar to his own. Giuseppe had lost one sibling but he knew this to be a little light of hope for the Trovato line. Ignoring his white sibling the older brother shifted down on one knee. “Hello there Camilla.” His voice was smoothed and laced with a gentleness he rarely used but during his manipulations. “Matteo and I have to discuss something very grown up so why don’t you give us some privacy.”


Although this tone of voice might have shocked anyone who really knew Giuseppe he had changed slightly with Gemma’s company. He was very aware that the white lady he lived with was pregnant with pups, some of which may be his and some of which may be Matteo’s. His own father had been a nasty and abusive man and even though the hybrid held much of his father’s personality he was determined to keep his children from feeling as neglected as he had been. Moving back into a standing position he finally answered his idiot of a sibling, “I’ve come to claim an item of mine.” He did not want to cause a scene in front of young ears so the splotched male kept his sentence vague.

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The low warning was not lost on the hybrid’s unusually large ears but no reaction followed. Instead he stood calm, his perked up ears leaning slightly forward in confidence and his stance never swaying from the centered position. Continuing to smile at the little girl until Teo scooted her away behind the door all the business man could think of is how she was much more representative of the natural Trovato look when compared to Matteo’s pale appearance. Silently he waited, the smile gone from his face as the pale male began a temper tantrum. So much like Teo to make such a big deal out of things.


Giving the boy a moment after his freak out Giuseppe calming questioned, “Your family?” A brow rose slightly as he crossed his arms calmly, “My dear, dear Matteo. Least we forget our culture, the Trovato tradition and Italian ways. You, dear boy, are a heretic. When you bonded yourself to a pure blooded wolf you lost your right to be a member of my family.” He was still the first born, the heir to the Trovato throne, if you wish to call it that. Even though their parents had clearly favored Matteo the first-born male always was the rightful dominant male in the absence of a father’s presence. Even Matteo could not argue that if he were to bring Alaki back to Italy they would be forbidden to enter the Trovato home, forced to live without connections. “Camilla looks like a Trovato and is my last blood connection. Next to me she is next in line for head of the family. I would never harm her dear Teo. She is not a blasphemy.“


Returning his attention back to his initial desire he spoke once more, “The collar please.” Never once did Giuseppe raise his voice during the conversation. Matteo was not worth his time and a Trovato never wasted his energy on wolf lovers. “I’ve come to retrieve the collar as a gift for my dear Gemma. She has been loyal to the Trovato family line and I do believe that it doesn’t belong to you anyway.” He had once given the collar to the smaller brother when he had been vulnerable and a quiet soul but now Teo was unworthy of any connection to the Trovato name, Gemma, however, was much more agreeable.

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It was so childlike of little Teo to piss and grumble about the past and the Italian had to hold in a growl but remained calm on the exterior. He would keep his cool no matter what. This brat wasn’t worth his anger. “If you haven’t noticed by now Matteo my family is not full of angels. We run a city there’s no room for being soft like you. We have gang members who kill every other day as a hobby doing work for us.” Stupid Teo, always thinking that his brother is the worst thing alive. There was so much evil out there and the Trovato’s were in charge of it all back in Italy. Perhaps his pale sibling had been sheltered from the reality of business but Giu new better. He had been shown early in life that his fathers goons would do anything for a spare bit of change.


Matteo continued to defend that he no longer owned the collar but the older brother know better. That collar meant a whole lifetime to little Teo and there was no way he would have given it up so easily, let alone destroy it himself. Admittedly the mention of devil worship struck a chord with the Trovato mix but before he could say anything a very pregnant Gemma came yelling out of nowhere. Brown eyes watched her as she stormed up spitting words at Matteo. As her hand found his the hybrids jaw dropped open slightly in shock. His Gemma was a little firecracker no doubt but he had never seen her so furious, it caused even his own floppy ears to fold pack in astonishment. Shacking off the sudden shock her perked his over sized ears back up and turned a , now calm, gaze at his ex sibling. “So about that collar?”

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His once calm brown eyes turned into a dark muddy glare as the white man talked to Gemma with such horrible words. A snarl escaped his muzzle and saliva began to gather around his bared canine teeth. Turning to Gemma in concern he began to nudge her away. It was time to leave; even he knew enough to leave such sensitive matters alone for a lady’s sake. With Teo’s last statement the broader brother turned back, “Purhaps, but mother would be rolling in her grave if she heard what you just said. At the very least I don’t insult any female I know personally.” Nudging the girl away some more he took a few steps away from the den.


Turning his head back he let out a final snarl, “If you ever touch my Gemma, let alone speak to her in that tone again, Your precious white coat will be red before the night is out. I promise.” Everyone in Italy knew that a Trovato would never break a promise, they didn’t make promises with ease and they always followed them through. If he had to go back to Italy and send their father’s old gang after him he would, though he would much prefer to tare his brother’s throat out with his own teeth. Turning away he ignored any comments that would come from the white male’s mouth, instead he took to taking the broken females hand, leading her away from the cruel words of his brother.