Brothersong Reveal
My father was there.
Sometimes, he was a wolf. White with black on his chest and back.
Other times, he was a man, a breakable man who watched me with knowing eyes.
He tried to speak to me. He said, “Carter, I know—”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” I chanted, my hands over my ears. “You’re not real, you’re not real, you’re dead, you died, you let him take you, you let him hurt you, why why why, did you do it? Why did you—”
When I opened my eyes again, he was further away from me, standing on the other side of the clearing.
I ran toward him.
I only made it half-way before I smashed into an unseen barrier. My breath was knocked from my chest as my nose broke and blood poured down onto my lips. I swallowed it down, relishing in the taste as my father watched.
“Tethers,” he said. “It all comes back to tethers.”
I screamed for him. I begged him to save me, to love me, to choose me.
And he looked away.
I smashed my hands against the barrier, knowing my eyes were Omega violet. I didn’t care. All that mattered was he’d known this could happen, he’d known what his former witch was capable of, and even though he was nothing but a ghost made of swirling motes of dust, I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and choke the life out of him.
He said, “You are more than this.”
I said, “It was always Joe, wasn’t it? He was your favorite. We were your firstborn, but when Joe came, nothing else mattered.”
He said, “You can beat this. Remember who you are.”
I said, “I wanted you to love me as much as you loved him. I wanted you to believe in me as much as you did him. Why wasn’t I enough?”
He said, “This isn’t you. This isn’t you, Carter. There is something inside you, something rotten, and if you don’t fight this, if you don’t rise above it, you will be lost.”
I said, “Pack pack pack. You put the pack above everything else. Pack and Joe. Pack and Joe. Mom didn’t want it. Gordo didn’t want you to leave him behind. Mark didn’t want to be taken from his mate. And then there was Ox. He was a child. He didn’t know what you were asking of him, what you made him into. How could you do that to him? How could you let it happen? His mother died because of you. Because of your war. How could you look him in the eyes? How could you even breathe knowing what you’d done? You’re a monster. A beast. You’re no better than Richard Collins. Or Elijah. Or Robert Livingstone. When Joe was taken, you moved heaven and earth to get to him. But where are you now? Why aren’t you here to save me?”
“On December 17, 2019, the saga of the Bennett pack comes to an end as the sins of the fathers fall to the shoulders of their sons.”
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Comments from the old website:
Jessica
I absolutely am looking forward to this. Such a great series, sad it is ending.
Shelley
I have no words, just an ache in my chest, and a ball of anxiety knotted in my stomach. It seems odd to say thank you for that, but here we are.
Can’t wait...
Lisa
This is going to kill me, I know it. Except that I don’t want it to be over, I can’t wait!
Jessica Nazario
Super excited!! But I also don’t want this story to end ..
I can’t wait!!
Jan
I'm already crying, over a blurb.
Rachael C
Tears...I’m predicting buckets of tears AND I can’t wait!!!
Arlene
Yeeeesssssssss
Annemarie
Oh my! What a present you're gonna give us! Thank you so much!
Margrét
Wait...so Kelly in September and Carter in December??? Words can not describe my excitement:D
Liza
OMG!!!!!!! I cannot WAIT!!!!!!!
Brenda Lloyd
OMG. Thank you so very much🥰
jenny
oh my gosh you're going to destroy me
Cristie
Omg I'm dying for this.
Teddy
Omg i'm gonna cry I can't wait !!! 😭
Yvette
Wow! I’m so excited!
Anonymous
Estoy LLORANDO. Qué fuerte todo, mi ansiedad me está dominando, no aguanto más voy a sufrir mucho, ya lo sé, maldito TJ ):
B
whispers super angst train
