Wheeling Gull Isle Bring them home

In so many ways his trust had been shattered. Judah knelt upon the ground with furiously opposing emotions fighting for supremacy in the core of his mind. Tense, heartbroken, and still brimming with relief and love too overwhelming to shadow. His words dissolve into whines, tail dusting the haunches of his twin as he tumbles blearily into the brawn of his arms. Nothing is the same except in the way Malakai catches him.

“S-stop!” He winds himself desperately back into Mal’s embrace as his brother turns for the man John. His voice wavers with an old fear, the rise of a once-familiar submission in the way he held the hardened face of his brother. Judah’s tail tucks, his ears laying flat out to the sides, but his voice is no less insistent.

“E- everyone’s looking for s-someone else to blame! I j-just want us to be a f-family again. Can we be that, Malakai, please? Please? Please, Malakai.” His moans turn slick with a prick of tears.

“I w-want mom. I want Ava.”

He wanted his life back.