chapter 7. Family Torn Apart

At the chief's house, the atmosphere was lively. Everyone was drinking and chatting, the tension of the day's events temporarily forgotten. Bryan sat with Christopher, talking and relaxing as they nursed their drinks. But Bryan was so consumed by the thought of his brother.

"What do you think we can do about the issue at hand? I didn't know what to do. Why will Brian be involved with this kind of issue?" Bryan asked, seeking Christopher's opinion.

"I don't know what to say for now, I trust Brian he is my very close friend he will never do anything stupid but first we have to find him and ask what happened before we would know the steps to take" Christopher replied thoughtfully.

Bryan sighed. " I think he should be home now,"

"Yes it's already late" Christopher said looking outside

"I think I have to go home too now, I have to check on him ."

"Okay, no problem," Christopher said, nodding. "Take care of the guards."

Bryan rose to leave, but as he stepped outside, he encountered the werewolf intruders.

" You are back and Any news?" Bryan asked, his tone serious.

"We looked around, but we don't know much about the area, so we found nothing," the intruder leader admitted, frustration evident in his voice.

"Alright, that sounds normal, let's go to my house again. Brian my brother should be back by now," Bryan said decisively.

Christopher, overhearing, rushed toward him. "To your house with those guys? Why would you say something like that? It's not safe, remember they are not human."

Bryan laughed, though there was no humor in it. "I'm not going alone with them, I know. I'm taking the guards too. You can go home and see your family, you have done enough today. We'll see each other tomorrow."

"No, let me go with you," Christopher insisted, his concern palpable.

"No, go home and see your family. It's an order," Bryan said firmly.

Christopher hesitated but eventually nodded. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Chief."

As Christopher departed, Bryan led the werewolves and guards toward his home. The night air was thick with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to an inevitable confrontation.

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Meanwhile, Christopher couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him. Instead of heading home, he decided to discreetly follow Bryan. He trailed them from a safe distance, his instincts screaming that something was amiss.

As Brian stood over his mother's lifeless body, the need for revenge simmered within him. But a deeper sense of duty called him back. He couldn't leave her in such a state. Gently, he began to dress her wound, trying to remove the knife from her stomach. As he worked, the front door creaked open.

Bryan entered with his guards and the werewolf intruders. The sight of the intruders ignited Brian's fury. His anger erupted before he could contain it. "You brought them here? After what they did? You soulless thing " Brian's voice shook with rage.

Bryan's eyes widened in horror as he saw Brian holding the knife. "Brian, what have you done?" he demanded, his voice breaking. "You killed our mother!"

Brian was stunned by Bryan's accusation. "Kill? I didn't kill her! Trust me, Those wicked things beside you killed our mother"

"Shut up! She's my mother, not ours!" Bryan spat, his voice filled with venom.

Brian reeled from the words, a bitter realization dawning on him. "You knew... you knew we weren't brothers all this time and you didn't tell me?"

Bryan's eyes blazed with a mix of grief and fury. "Yes, I knew. She loved you, and I never understood why. She begged me to keep it a secret from you. And now, you killed her, you bastard!"

"Bryan, calm down. I found her like this. I was trying to help—"

"Shut up, you liar!" Bryan interrupted, his voice rising. "Guards, take this murderer away!"

The guards moved to seize Brian. In a desperate bid for clarity, he shouted, "Bryan, please, listen to me! I didn't kill her! It was the werewolves! They're the ones responsible!"

He knocked them down effortlessly. He was astonished by his newfound speed and strength. Bryan, enraged, grabbed a sword from a guard beside him and charged at Brian.

"Bryan, stop!" Brian pleaded, dodging the attack. "You have to listen to me!"

"Why should I? You're a killer!" Bryan shouted, swinging the sword wildly.

The silver sword cut Brian, and his wound didn't heal. He knew he had to act quickly before it was too late. Using his speed, he disarmed Bryan and placed the sword at his neck.

"If anyone comes near me, I will kill him," Brian said, using Bryan as a shield to escape. The guards stood paralyzed, unable to act.

"You fool, do something!" Bryan shouted at the guards. "You think you will get away with this?"

"I don't know, but I have to escape first," Brian replied, pushing Bryan toward the guards and running to the horse in front of the house. He mounted it and fled.

The werewolves, seeing this, tried to pursue Brian, but they were slowed down by silver arrows shot from an unknown source.

" He must not escape we must get him" the intruder said to each other dodging the arrow

As Brian galloped away, someone dragged him off the horse, covering his mouth and pulling him down.

" Let me go, let me go" he try to escape and shot but he was hold down

The horse continued running, with the werewolves chasing after it.

" After him, he must not escape"

After the intruder had left Brian pushed the person away, ready to fight, only to see it was Christopher.

"Chris?" Brian exclaimed, panting. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't leave. I had a feeling something was wrong, so I followed you brother here" Christopher said, catching his breath.

"Ihave to get out of here. I am not safe here,Those werewolves won't give up, " Brian said urgently.

"I know a place you can hide. Follow me," Christopher said, leading Brian through a hidden path in the woods.

As they ran, the sound of howls and distant footsteps echoed behind them. Brian keeps looking back he was worried about his brother and his new found truth, the night was far from over, and their journey was only beginning