The Brother Who Never Was

ZINA

Garuk NorthSteed looked nothing like his older brothers; not a bit like Eldric, Daemon or Falcon.

He possessed an air of indifference where Eldric would have otherwise looked crazy. He looked carelessly broody where Daemon would have otherwise looked serious. And he possessed an air of naughtiness where Falcon would have otherwise looked preppy.

They were currently in one of the rooms used by previous Alpha Kings to entertain royal relatives. A tradition that Eldric had abandoned in his fear of his brothers taking over his position. The wing looked abandoned, and Garuk was lounging on one of the chairs which he had dusted, his legs crossed while his brown eyes looked from Falcon to Zina like he was appeasing alien.

"Is she the help you talk about?" Garuk said in a light voice that could have been mistaken as soft if not for the air of sarcasm that was tinged at the end of it.