MALIK’S POV
I had not realized how hard my hands were shaking, I knew it wasn’t because of what we just fought, it was because he had just called me his brother, he had just reopened a wound that never really healed. My claws ached, my ribs burned and worst of all was this pain in my chest. I felt hollow inside as I raised my eyes to look at him, indeed we had fought like we used to, protecting each other whilst protecting ourselves, this was the image I wanted in my head, but instead all I could see was the two of them and the night he chose her over me. It hurt that I couldn’t pay him back in his own coin, but what hurt more was that no matter my anger, I knew deep down that he would always remain my brother.
And this ambush we had just fought our way through was a reminder of everyt
