_ Like a Brother

~Axel's Point Of View~

After leaving Luis alone, I had intended to just go for a little sightseeing since I hadn't been around in the pack for over five years. I remember how Mom had called, manipulating me into coming home for Álvaro's Luna Wolf hunt.

I didn't give a damn about my pompous brother. I'd rather sit my ass at home! 

The call had started innocently enough—her soft, sweet "Hijo mío,"  mused so sweetly in a way that usually meant trouble. 

I should've hung up. I really should've.

"It's your duty as a brother, Axel," she had said. 

"Duty?" I'd snorted, pacing in my luxury apartment at Canary Wharf. "Since when has Álvaro treated me like a brother? If anything, mamá, he's always treated me like a thorn, just like the rest of you."

I could almost picture her saying: maybe because you are.