“Uncle,” Aiden called in concern, climbing on the bed. Jayden shifted and created more space for his brother, such that the two boys were cuddling him from each side. “Why are you crying?” Aiden frowned. He never thought he would ever see the big wolf warrior cry again. The first time was during Gerald's funeral, and to the boy that was a special occasion because everyone cried. Julian shook his head, blinking back more tears that were threatening to pour.
“He is sad,” Jayden whispered to Aiden. Of course, Julian heard and chuckled softly.
“What did you do to him?” Aiden asked in accusation, glaring at his brother.
“He didn't do anything, buddy.” Julian asserted fast to prevent possible bickering between the two.
“Then why are you crying?” Aiden insisted seriously. Julian reached,
