Aiden frowned at the campfire. “I wasn’t there,” he said. “That’s what kills me. They kept taking him away and bringing him back, half-dead, and he wouldn’t talk to me. I had to question the others to find out what really happened to him.”
Bryce shifted to his feet and leaned against the tree. Wouldn’t have made a difference, big brother. Still doesn’t. You should have let me die. It would have been easier for all of them. He didn’t hold it against Aiden, though. In his place, Bryce would have done exactly the same thing. They weren’t just pack; they were family. And you didn’t give up on family. Not ever.
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