**BOOK FOUR**
Reuben is running. Running from a life he never wanted; one he never fit into.
Eli is chasing. Chasing a future he is desperate to call reality.
After Reuben's rejection, Eli thought he'd never see his mate again. However, when repo...
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Growing up, Tyson and I were always together, and not just because we were similar in age. Tyson had always been the shyest of the family. He preferred to keep a small group of friends as opposed to our older brothers who were social butterflies while I was a homebody. As a result, we spent more time together whether it be just talking or doing something like watching a movie. We were close.
When the time came for us to move out, Tyson had tried to convince me to stay with him similarly to how Kai and Easton lived together, but I denied him. I wanted my own space, separate from my family and though he didn't like my answer, he still agreed to it.
The downside of not living together anymore was that our bond began to change. We were still close and we still talked to each other—he was my brother after all—but it was different and now that I was much further away, that difference was much more apparent.
I raised my hand to knock on his door and it opened, revealing a blue-eyed man who was most definitely not my omega brother.
"Who are you?" The man asked eyes narrowed in suspicion as if I were going to attack at any given moment.
"Where's Tyson?" I asked rather than respond.
"Who are—"
"Blue, calm down," I heard Tyson call out as he squeezed past the man and stared at me with bright, brown eyes. "This is my brother, Reuben."
The man, Blue, glanced between Tyson and me before disappearing back into the house, grumbling to himself. Tyson watched his retreating form before glancing back at me.
"I didn't know you were visiting," he told me.
"And I didn't know you had a mate until I heard from the others. Clearly, there's a lot we need to talk about."
Tyson's face turned a light shade of red and he nodded. "Let's go to the wishing lake like we used to."
Tyson disappeared back inside the house and I followed, shutting the door behind me. I took a seat on his couch as I waited. I could make out the faint sound of him talking to most likely Blue. I glanced around and took in the pictures he had lying around. A lot of them were from when we were younger. There was one from when we were younger and used to play soccer around the house; another of us standing in the high school gymnasium with Jenson in the middle, holding some English award he'd won; then there was one from my thirteenth birthday. Tyson and I were both in our werewolf forms, running around while Mom and Dad took the picture. Seeing the memories filled me with nostalgia.
Tyson reemerged a few moments later with a smile on his face. "Ready?"
I wordlessly nodded and followed him out of the house.
"So you and blue-eyes?" I questioned.
Tyson smiled. "His name is Blue and since I'm sure Easton had a lot to say, no he isn't mean to me, no he hasn't and won't hurt me, and no I won't reject him."
