Snapshots

[Slate]

After having lunch, I had a lot to think about. Not just regarding the doctor, but also my role as an alpha and also as a brother. I’ve almost completely neglected my sister since she returned. She must be so lonely. I should be here every day just to make sure she is comfortable. I should make sure she is needed and wanted and special. She has no one else to do this for her with no mate and both of our parents dead.

So I canceled my dinner plans with Ash to sit on the floor with my sister, pulling old photos out of a box I found in the packhouse attic.

“Oh My Goddess!” Blake shrieks with glee. “Do you remember this Slate?”

She is holding up an old family photo where the four of us, Mom, Dad, Blake, and Me. We are wearing matching sweaters of wolves wearing Santa hats howling at the moon. “I wonder what happened to those sweaters..”

“Burned I hope,” chuckling. “I remember having to wear that thing to school the day of the photo. Kids are cruel.” I reach into the box a li