Todos os capítulos de My Brother My Mate : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter 1: HomeFreya's POVThe road stretched out, mile after mile, taking me back to the only home I'd ever known. It had been five long years. Five years since I'd left the Blackwood land to pursue my education in the human world.My fingers tapping on the steering wheel once more, something I do whenever I'm nervous. Those familiar landmarks were there. That battered old gas station where Marcus would take me for candy. The diner, where Catherine taught me to love pancakes. That all but illegible sign that had once announced, "Welcome to Pinehaven" the small town they owned.Home.My phone buzzed in the cup holder, and I glanced down to see Evie's name flashing across the screen. I pressed the speakers button."Please tell me you're about to arrive!" She said seething with anticipation over the car speakers"Me too, I've just sat here gazing out at the driveway like a complete physco for hours. Marcus is worried about my sanity I laughed, my chest warmed by the sound of my best fr

Chapter 3: Old room, New feelingFreya's POVMy old room was exactly as I remembered, and yet it felt entirely different.The same pale purple walls I'd begged Catherine to let me paint when I was thirteen was still there. The same set of white furniture dresser, desk, bookshelf filled with romance novels and fantasy novels. The same bay window with the cushioned seat where I'd read for hours and watched the pack training in the clearing below.But it was smaller now. Or maybe I had grown."I don't think you saved it all," I replied, running my fingers across the spines of my books as Evie fell dramatically onto my bed."No one was allowed to touch it. She said you'd be back." Evie said propped herself up on her elbows, smiling. "She was right. She's always right. It's annoying."I laughed, opening my suitcase and starting to unpack. "Some things never change.""And some things change completely." Evie's tone had altered, sounding more serious. "You're different, Freya. You look more

Freya's POVMorning came too soon.Light passed through my curtains, dabbing an irregular pattern of light and dark across the wood floorboard below. I lay in bed, fixated upon the ceiling, sleeping has been worthless anyway. My thoughts drifting back to Dane, every time I attempted to close my eyes. I'd been thinking about his gaze from the previous night, as if he'd like to have me by his side, but at the same time, also want me to be away. I wasn’t supposed to feel nervous when I see him, but I did anyway, as if I had no control over it, as if it’s having a mind of its own. Technically, it did.I recognized the sound of voices drifting from below, Catherine's humming, Evie's laughter, and Dane's muffled tone threading itself in between. Comforting, familiar, but somehow, it squeezed my chest even more tightly together. I sat up, sighing. A cup of coffee might clear my head.I finally entered the kitchen to find that, by this time, the house

Dane’s PovThe forest was far too quiet.Not the peaceful silence, more like the wrong silence. The kind that sends shivers running through your skin and gets your nerves heightened. The birds were even quiet, as if they were all catching their breath.I'd been searching for Freya for almost an hour. She wasn't in the house. Not with Evie. Not helping Catherine prepare dinner. And the moment I caught a whiff of her leading towards the trees, I could feel my wolf scratching beneath my skin.Find her.I did not know what the reasons were behind this urgent desire of mine to find her. Perhaps it was the look of hurt that I saw earlier when I pushed her away. Perhaps it was the fact that I lacked the courage to clarify things with her. Or perhaps it’s the guilt that I’ve been carrying ever since last night, that weighs heavier the more I think of her.The truth, lay much simpler than that.I needed to know that she was o

Dane’s PovI did not sleep after the dream. I could not. I lay in bed for a long time. I looked at the dark ceiling. I told myself, “It is just a dream. It means nothing.” My head was playing tricks. It was because Freya came home. That is all. But I could still feel her. Her head on my chest. Her soft hair under my fingers. She said my name like it was the only word in the world. I could taste her lips. I pushed my hands hard on my eyes. I wanted the picture to go away. It did not. The sun came up. I was very, very tired. My wolf inside me walked back and forth. He wanted her. “No,” I said to my empty room. “No way.” I got out of bed. I went to the shower. Cold water. Very cold. It wakes you up. It makes your head clear. It did not help. Even with the cold water, I saw the dream. I saw how she looked at me. I heard her say, “You are not wrong.” Like she wanted it too. I hit the wall with my fist. It was just a dream. Dreams are not real. They are your br