Forty Five

                  Once everyone had left, he pushed his wolf back. Reaching for some tissues on the table, he wiped off Reed's blood from his fingers and moved to sit behind the large desk. He remembered the way his father looked larger than life whenever he sat there, lecturing them about their responsibilities. As princes, they needed to be dignified. Playing in the mud or running around the palace was prohibited. Princes ate their food on time and brushed their teeth without being told. They watched their expressions, especially in front of visitors. No slacking during training. No doing this or that. Back then there were so many rules he hated. All he wanted was to break them and see what the king would do. But his brother had been the good boy. The one who didn't break rules. The one who got good grades, followed what he was told and always silently judged him whenever he did something wrong. 

How Mikain hated that. They