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“Nefeli knows. She can tell. Pretty cool, huh?” I say.
“Well, she is one awesome wolf. We know that already?” he says softly.
“Do you want to know? I don’t know it either. I wanted to hear it with you.”
He contemplates my offer, then takes my hand. “Yes,” he says.
I take a shaky breath, listening to what my wolf is telling me, then I look at Dante with a smile. “Looks like Charlie will get a little brother.”
fifty-three
Epilogue #2 Secret of the Brother
*MARCELLUS*
“Thekiddidn’teathis vegetables again,” I grumble while eyeing the leftovers on Benjamin’s plate. We just had lunch, and Benjamin had to hurry to his training.
“Let him be,” Silas says. “You know how he reacts when you say something to him.”
“I’m not his father. I would never hit him,” I say. “It’s funny that he finds you more approachable. You are by far the more cunning bastard between you and me.”
“I hope you meant that as a compliment,” Silas says. “Or you can find joy with your hand tonight.”
I snort, hugging him from behind. “You don’t mean that.”
“Try me, Alpha.”
“I certainly won’t,” I say.
Silas sighs. “You aren’t fun.”
“Well,” I let go of him to help clean up the dishes. “It’s important to keep you happy. You are my”—I pause, needing a moment to find the right word—“friend after all.”
We have been tiptoeing around what we are to each other ever since we met. In a way, we were both done with relationships at that point. We worked together because we both lost something fundamental… our mates, our family. And we were both fed up with society.
“Is Benjamin’s wolf resurfacing again?” Silas asks me, skillfully shifting the topic.
“His wolf is there, somewhere,” I say. “But he doesn’t communicate with him yet. Poor kid. I know he made some mistakes, but he was fucked over majorly his whole life.”
“He didn’t deserve it. What his father did to him was beyond cruel,” Silas says. “No child does.”
“Talking about children,” I say. “Why didn’t you tell them?”
Silas tosses me a gaze. “What do you mean?”
“That you saved the child your brother thought he had killed.”
Silas’s face pales at my words. “Never say that aloud again,” he says, his voice having a dangerous edge to it.
“You had a child with you when we met,” I say. “A baby.”
“It was one of the others,” he says shortly.
“But you carried it,” I say. “And you seemed to be personally invested. I first thought it was yours.”
“Oh fuck,” Silas curses, his eyes turning purple all of a sudden. He turns to me, glaring dangerously. “Shut up, Marcellus! What do you know!?”
“I know I won’t ever mention it again if that’s what you want. Tell me, and I will take the secret to my grave,” I say. “But don’t treat me like an idiot. I have put the truth together by now. I just haven’t asked you any questions for years, although it directly affects the safety of the pack. I hope this counts for something!”
