My father remained silent while he got to his feet, shaking off the debris that covered his fur from the hit he had taken from Raven, before he finally says to his brother in a cool tone, “I did what was best for all of us.” As if that was some kind of excuse for what he had clearly done.
Knowing that his brother had just admitted, in not so many words to his betrayal, my Uncle Ethan’s wolf took another step forward, closing the distance between them, as he let out a low warning growl. His growl was so ferocious that it ruffled the fur on my father’s wolf, before he said to him coldly, “What gave you the right to choose what was best for me? Have you forgotten so easily that I am the firstborn son? Everything you have belongs to me, and you only have it because I allowed it.”
At first, I
