A Brother's Sacrifice

"So, you choose her over me then?" Razel clarified before he scoffed. "Okay," he nodded. "I get it now. But remember this day and for the rest of your life, Brother Ezra. 'Cause this is going to be the last time I call and accept you as my brother. Go to hell!"

His words were a bit harsh, unreasonable, and backstabbing, but he was still my stepbrother. Nothing can change that fact no matter how many times he misunderstood me. No matter how many hurtful words he is going to throw at me.

If not because our professor went into the room, our awkward conversation could have extended further. Razel was a bit drunk. And I believe he will not stop nagging me unless he gets what he wants.

Sad to say, enough is enough. I have been a good brother to him since then. And I am done understanding and giving everyone their chances.

Later that night, I mustered my courage and trekked my uncertainty toward our pack village. I did not bring Felise with me, not because we are still