Unravelling the past

I watch my brother across the room, listless, and lost about how to approach him. Colton is pacing around, hands gesturing in an angry manner as he thrashes out whatever dialogue the two of them are having and Jasper keeps glaring his way. Arms folded across his chest, face tight, expression grim in an ‘I’m not interested’ kind of pose and watching as my mate talks about what happens from here on in. Whether my brother like sit or not, he’s stuck with us and a life in this pack. I should be over there, contributing, coaxing, but I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Sensing Jasper’s pain and reluctance to start to let go of a decade of ingrained hatred and hurt was overwhelming me to the point of sheer exhaustion. His head full of vengeance and blind belief that the only cure to his emptiness is to somehow make the entire Santo pack suffer. To never return to being Lychan among a pack who would embrace him as family again. He sees only a name and