The Return of the Lost Wolf

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Reunion

His eyes shone like a blood moon and his mouth was open, growling, showing his fangs. He didn't seem to like me very much. He stalked towards me, ready to pounce, but I wouldn't let him. "Wyatt," I said softly, "you don't have to do this. It's me." He slowed, but didn't stop.

He growled again. "You don't belong here. You left. You made your choice." His voice was low and dangerous.

"Wyatt, please." I begged. "It's me."

"I know who you are, but you don't belong here. You're lucky Willa isn't the one to have found you. You wouldn't still be standing."

"Why are you acting like this? I didn't choose to leave, I was forced to. I'm your sister, I belong here."

"NO!" He tackled me, his face inches from mine. "You are NOT my sister. You disgraced our pack when you abandoned us. Leave now, before Willa sees you. But if I see you again, I will show no mercy." He yanked me up by my arm, and shoved me farther into the forest. 

 The force of his push knocked me down again, and I scraped my arm on a rock on my way down. I hissed in pain, clutching the bleeding scrape. I looked to where my brother had been standing, but he was nowhere to be found. 

I felt tears of frustration rise in my eyes, but I held them at bay. Even if he'd been hostile, Wyatt was right about one thing: Willa would shred me before I had a chance to speak. 

Against my better judgement and instinct, I returned to a small cabin far from the den.