"Hello, brother." Those words echoed in Hunter's head as he stared with complete shock at the brother he thought was dead all this time. "Parker." Was the only words he could manage to say. Parker gave Hunter one sarcastic smirk and remain silent. Hunter absentmindedly took a few steps closer. " How? You're supposed to be dead" Hunter said, the feeling of unsolicited joy washed over him, looking now at his brother. "Surprise! I'm not." Parker said mockingly.
"I saw them take you. I saw your blood. I assumed they took your body to spite us so that we couldn't give you a proper traditional werewolf funeral. All this time you've been alive? Why didn't you come home, Parker? Our family fell apart after we thought you died." Hunter asked, hurt at the thought of his brother being alive all this
