Bran never forgot the night his brother vanished. Aiden had always been the stronger one, the daring one, the wolf who questioned orders but still carried loyalty to the pack.
When the patrol returned without him, all they had was a shredded cloak found near the riverbank. The Alpha declared him lost. The pack mourned. The search ended after three days.
But Bran had not stopped searching, not in his heart. For years he told himself his brother lived, though everyone else urged him to let go. That loss festered inside him until it turned into distrust. Humans had been nearby that night. To Bran, that was reason enough to hate them.
Now Aiden was back.
