Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

He snorted—a certain amusement filtering over him. Arric in so many ways was like him—and in so many ways, so very different. “I think you complete me,” he mused, humor licking his words, and yet a thread of affection finding its way in his voice. He missed his Beta—and another glance over him was given as he tried to assure himself Arric was back on his feet and good once more.

Eshe was good at what she did.

“You die first I expect you to,” he offered. Then—a glint in his eyes. “If I go first, I’ll return the favor, yeah?”

Brothers forever—at least in his mind.

“My woman? Not sure I get to call her that,” he offered, but he stood, peering past Arric and toward the den that was likely far homier than the one he was trying to rear his kids in.

Or what was left of them, anyhow… The ones that hadn’t dispersed.