Torn Between Brother

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n the ground. Walking with my pack, I inhale the scents of the

arthy under my feet. It connects

alls, birds sing, and a brook babble

more than a pack, we are a family. We love this land, Shadowwood.

n them. Serena hugs me and looks at me with her green eyes. Her red hair has flowers and feathers in it. She

erena says, her voice filled wi

ou been hiding?" Fr

closest friends. "Ryker," I mutter, showing my irritation. "He's alw

e alpha of our pack, and her expression shows empathy

creeping into my voice. "He keeps pushing for me to accept him as m

the son of our rival pack's leader. According to the old prophecies

d with empathy. "I wish there was somethi

you aren't in my shoes," I reply, my frustration evident. "You and Aiden are practically meant to be, and the upco

you should talk to him," she suggests, hopeful for

always see the good in people. But with Talon, it's differen

may not fully comprehend the gravity of my situation, their mere presence lightens the burden, making it a bit easier to navig

at made me storm out into the woods," I remember how Talon tried to force himself on me, claim

em. My mother has sided with Ryker and Talon, saying that I should accept my fate and stop being stubbor

the only ones who understand me and care for me. They know how much

ther. He is from the Silverwood pack, our sworn enemies. He and his friends chased me when I was running away from

ped as I told

us?" Serena as

azy!" Frey

ust like that?" S

his face out of my mind. His dark

es me playfully. "You

od! And he's Talon's brother! And he's...he's.

me more, making fun of

know they are right. I do like him, eve

e it is taboo to date any Silverwood and the worst

ay with Dan if I like him. She says

to see you guys again? Never. You're m

r, all three of us. She giggles and says w

port, but I know they are being unrealistic. Running away is not

independent young woman, always looking for adventure and excitement. I love engaging in activities that highlight m

e eagerly. They love my enthusiasm and energ

a natural-born leader, taking charge of the training sessions for the younger pack members or organizing pa

ythology. I often borrow books from the pack library or trade them with other packs when th

e wounded animals and nurse them back to health, using my healing abilities or herbs from the

eya led the young werewolves back home. We say

for some more relaxation. We walk a

in the bushes. I stop and stare

ith piercing blue eye

is

He is tall and muscular, with tan skin and dark hair that falls over his forehead.

ome, no doubt about it. And he saved me from hi

im too and whisp

erena say

ya says br

on my face. I don't k

me to a spot a

in my stomach and

t about everything else

y see

w he only