The Lone Wolf
The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out.
The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one.
“...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.
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