“I’m sorry about what happened to your wife and child William, but I fail to see what this has to do with killing your own brother and his family?” I raise my brow in question. The silence had stretched out between us. I waited, hoping that he would continue, but it would seem that he was done with telling his tale of woe. My heart ached for him, to have been cast out not once, but twice by his father, and to then loose his mate and his unborn child on top of that, it was a lot for any person to go through. But how was any of this relevant?
“You don’t get it do you? I lost everything. Everything that ever mattered to me. I spent my life apologising for the mistakes of my brother, protecting him because I was the oldest. I watched as he got everything that was mine, whilst I lost everythi
