“You kill them.” My brother’s voice was barely above a whisper, and I couldn’t say anything. He was right. “Your selfishness and greed had finally killed our parents. I hope you are happy now that they are dead, but don’t ever think of crossing my path again. You are dead to me.”
His words shattered me, leaving me in broken pieces, but I watched him go, unable to say anything.
And for the remaining year I lived there, I had learned to avoid him and everybody until I had become a ghost.
I wasn’t even allowed to attend my brother’s coronation.
For years, I was an outcast, and this continued until it was my eighteenth birthday, and it was time to shift. I sat there alone in the cold forest ground, waiting for the shift to happen. But when the morning came, it was clear that something was wrong with me.
That was the first time my brother came to my room after a long time. “I have received news that you didn’t shift yesterday, and it is very obvious that you are cursed, and I can’t allow such in my pack anymore.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” I sat up on the bed, unable to believe my ears.