The Ruthless Twin

Beginning

"You'll need to be on your best behavior" My Father warns as he walks over to his office table; dark rings hang under his eyes and his

usual combed hair was messy,revealing another sleepless night. inwardly sigh, as I walk towards the office

table, I knew this sleepless night stemmed from the recent death of our pack member,and it didn't help that the anniversary of Mum's death was creeping around the

Corner.

"Who's coming Alpha" Andrew asks respectfully, he was always so formal even if the alpha was our Dad. He was next in line and I was looking forward to watching him

rule.

"But he won't be better than Dad'" Jane my wolf comments

"No he won't, no one can be better than Dad"He took his time in answering, his fingers massaging his forehead, pain tugged at my

heart I hated seeing him so tired and deflated.

"The two Alpha's from the Blood Moon pack" He states calmly but the shiver that runs down his spine betrays his fear. For a moment, the whole room falls into silence, before an argument quickly arises

as my three brothers begin shouting at my Father and each other.

"What the hell" Daniel says indignantly, his fists are clenched, as he tries to reign in his anger. While Harry, the youngest brother

takes a completely opposite approach to the news

"They can't come here. They..they will slaughter us all" He takes a deep breath, trying to mask the panic evident on his face.

I Wait for Andrew's input, he's sitting in one of the chairs around the desk. His eyes are unfocussed, as he begins creating a plan in

his head. Slowly rising, he quickly shakes his head to regain focus.

"No they won't slaughter us" His voice radiates power and authority.

"If the two Alphas' want a war, then war is what we'll give them"Daniel and Mike, take a moment to process what he says, before an argument breaks out again and their voices rise to a clamour.

I couldn't be bothered listening to their argument, so I shift my attention to my Dad. He was leaning against his chair, his arms

folded neatly against his chest as he waited for his sons to quit arguing, but his patience

was slowly waning.

Like Andrew, my Dad rises from his chair and look away, knowing what's going to happen next.

"Quiet" he roars, instantly grabbing their attention. "They're not coming here to start a war. They are coming here to find their mate"

"What" I shout at my Dad. "They can't, no,no, they can't"My mind goes into overdrive as I try to

process his words. I didn't want a mate What if they come here and I'm their mate.No, that won't happen, I won't let it. Jane

interrupts my train of thought,

"I hope they're our mate" she says happily."I really want our mate"

"I don't..." Is said,She cuts off the connection, ignoring me,before I can finish the sentence. The past

year she had been ranting about how excited she was to find her mate, I didn't share her enthusiasm. Deep down, I did

want a mate: I relished the idea of someone.