JulianI had never been fond of Maverick, even though he was my twin. Tyr couldn't stand his wolf, Nergal, either. Not until the day he closed his eyes. In that single moment, everything changed.I tried to play strong in front of Zlata — to cheer her, to make her want to live again, for us, for our pup. Guilt and pain radiated off her through the bond, and I kept blocking my own true feelings so as not to burden her with more.But the truth was, the instant I was alone behind closed doors, the grief swallowed me whole. My brother and I had always fought. He'd always challenged me. He was an arrogant rake — but he was also clever, and, on rare occasions, even kind. He'd saved Zlata during the first kidnapping. He'd kept her from being stripped of her crown. And in the end, he'd given his life to shield her and my unborn pup. It was a debt I could never repay, and the ache of a snapped sibling bond wasn't healing at all.“Maybe I was wrong about him. About Nergal,” Tyr said, and hearin
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