I run over to hug him.
He pushes me away.
"I'm not Kingston. I'm his older brother Aaron."
All the happiness I was feeling suddenly crumbled.
I begin to break down and cry.
Why had I gotten my hopes up.
He looks so much like him.
He smiles sadly.
"I was the one who heard you scream. I rescued you."
I lower my eyes. "Thank you Aaron."
He hugs me. "I'm sorry I pushed you away like that. I just wanted you to know I wasn't my brother."
A tear rolls down his cheek.
"I loved him to death. We were more than brothers.. we were pals. We did everything together. I miss him..."
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Without Him..
Werewolf1st BOOK IN WEREWOLF SERIES I watch as Michael closes his eyes and slumps to the ground slowly. I hold him in my arms. Crying and grasping his limp hand. I just lost my only brother. #368 in Werewolf
