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