Older Brother

[Danica’s POV]

"Who?" I growled, beginning to move. "I don’t know your damn master!"

"Danica!" Mason hissed, as I barely dodged the rogue's claws as he grabbed for me. "Careful!"

"Yeah," I puffed, holding out a hand and extending my claws. "I’ll be careful."

The simple act of extending some part of my wolf began to rouse the darkness within, but I worked to control it. I needed to be aware of this, that much I knew.

"How can you say you don’t know your own brother?" A new voice boomed from the direction the rogue had come from.

Whirling around, I found myself facing off with a man that looked vaguely familiar but completely foreign as well.

"Brother?" I repeated, snapping my gaze from the man to Mason. "I have a brother?"

Mason didn’t respond to my question, but the look of confusion and bafflement on his face was enough of an answer for me. It seemed that even he himself had no idea about this.

"You don’t remember me, dear sister?" The man pouted, while eyeing everyone that stood beh