Romans & histoires What Happened To Wolverine's Brother

In the sudden silence, I let the light fade to a shimmer around my hands. "You want to kill each other?" I asked, looking at each fighter in turn. "Fine. But first you are going to tell me why. What did this man do to you?" The Lycan's face was streaked with tears. "He murdered my brother. Three years ago. Shot him while he was trying to surrender." I turned to the wolf. "Is this true?" "It was a border skirmish. Everything happened fast. I..." His voice cracked. "Yes. I killed his brother. But he was armed. I thought he was reaching for a weapon."

Vlad helped us even before when I thought he was loyal. I remember it like it was yesterday and it's not a great memory. My grandfather and grandmother were also killed during that one attack from them and I've hated rogue wolves ever since. We didn't even see them coming, they haven't bothered us for months and so my father let his guard down. It wasn't the greatest move he made, clearly, but I wish I knew sooner. Those disgusting wolves attacked our patrols and killed four of them, my twin brother included. Luckily, we killed them off but it wasn't easy.

And then he saw it a figure cloaked in city uniform, watching him from the rooftop above. Logan stepped back into the shadows just as the first shot rang out. Not a bullet. A tranquilizer dart. He yanked it from the wall and snarled. Someone wasn’t hunting just rogue wolves anymore. They were hunting him. He bolted, disappearing into the alleys, and when he turned the next corner he found himself face-to-face with someone he thought had died long ago. Lucian. Damian’s brother. Alive. And very much changed. Scarred. Wild. Smiling.

"You should have died in Cuba! And you went ahead to make a dozen werewolves?! Surely you have gone mad" "Not yet. Swinston too, he went rogue but he was decieved by the Alpha—" "Which Alpha?" Logan questioned. "I don't know, he didn't tell me." "He was going to tell me…" Logan said, sitting down on the step with his hands on his head. It was so much going on at once. "Yes, until your half brother killed him" "Don't call him my brother! Buck is not my brother" "Then what is he?" Logan shook his head. "Why me?" He muttered to himself.

Both alphas and their packs were eager to see the blood, none of them were ready to step back. Well, not everyone... By the side of heartless Shadows' alpha stands his brother. A very handsome werewolf, who shares only the same features as his brother. But both brothers were nothing compared to each other. Logan for sure refused to be part of this war, but since he was having a restless feeling about the whole thing. He decided to come with his brother - deep inside, he knew for some unknown reason that if he misses being here, he would regret it his entire life.

Father stays by my sick bed for the next hour or so, filling me in on all the shit I’d missed over the past decade. Our pack has lost three elders to old age since I’ve been gone, and one young wolf before his time to an attack by an enemy pack while fighting over a she-wolf. Another brother fell to hunters on the other side of the country while visiting his first grandchild. I missed my own cousin’s return to the sky ceremony all those years ago, which showed a great disrespect to his memory. Wolfe gave his life to help rescue my mate and bring down the rogue responsible for so much pain and death.

He looked funny, he never changed but I suppress my smile. "You know I'm busy," I ignored his words, "What exactly made you come here?" I repeated and he gave me a weird smile, I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I actually love Rhon, a human brother of mine but I should not... We were not brother in blood, my human parents adopted me when I was 15, lost in the woods while they were having a picnic. I was extremely bathed with my own blood after running away from those rogue werewolves who tried to kill me. I was three mountains away from my home at that moment, I ran as far as I could and didn't expect that I crossed the boundaries and I was already in humans' territory.

He told me about the two brothers that came from the human world, those two bastards entered into Rogue territory and promised the Rogue’s, sanctuary and wealth in exchange for their help to get revenge on Blood moon pack… The Rogue told me that the brothers were werewolves, and they both had Alpha blood. Those two bastards killed my wife and they also wanted my company. I didn’t spare the Rouge’s life, i ripped his heart out of his chest. And since that day, I’ve been looking for the two brothers.

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. “Jennie… I-I thought that I could keep you from harm if I became a strong warrior… “Ugh… Jennie, I found a way to bring back your wolf…” Before Jake could finish, his grip on my hand loosened. He was gone. My only brother lay dead in my embrace. The light in my world went dark. Then, there it was again. I could hear the howling of my wolf.

Sadly, the wound was deeper than he had realized, and his wolf was weakening. Thankfully, within our pack we had some of the best doctors available, and they had done all they could to help my brother. They believed he would make a full recovery, but right now my brother was sedated, allowing both him and his wolf to heal. I hated that he was in this mess because of me. He would never have stood up to our father had it not been for me, and he most certainly would not have been the one in the line of fire if I had stayed home and not attempted to flee with Alpha Carter. As I looked down at him, lying within the hospital bed, he looked weak. Fragile. Words I would never have used to describe m