Ghian
He would never tire of holding Aalyan in his arms, even if they were both a little sweaty now that the sun was up for longer every day. “Your brother is a lot like you.”
Aalyan stopped sniffing his neck long enough to agree, “Yeah, everyone says he looks like me when I was little.”
Ghian snorted. “I don’t mean his looks,” he clarified, trying and failing to give his mate a look without moving away from him. “I mean his character, not many kids would run away to a strange pack.”
“Is that really a good thing?” Aalyan’s arm tightened over his middle, securing him in place.
Ghian shrugged. “He can probably use a little guidance for that stubborn streak of his, but then again, that’s why he followed you, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“He followed you,” Ghian said pointedly. He kne
