Chapter 258

Unraveling the pain
I watch my brother across the room, listless and lost about how to approach him. Colton is pacing around, hand gesturing angrily as he thrashes out whatever dialogue they are having, and Jasper keeps glaring his way. Arms folded across his chest, face tight, expression grim in an ‘I’m not interested’ pose and watching as my mate talks about what happens from here on in. Whether my brother likes it or not, he’s stuck with us and life in this pack. I should be over there, contributing, coaxing, but I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Sensing Jasper’s pain and reluctance to start to let go of a decade of ingrained hatred and hurt was overwhelming me to the point of sheer exhaustion. His head is full of vengeance and blind belief that the only cure to his emptiness is to make somehow the entire Santo pack suffer. Never return to being Lycan among a pack who would embrace him as a family again. He sees only a name and a bloodline, and the details of the past do not seem to matter. I don’t even know how to begin to get through to him when he’s so far brainwashed into seeing us as only the enemy. He’s forgotten his roots, his own needs as a wolf. Nothing I said dented that giant bubble of refusal he shrouds around him like an impenetrable fort of darkness. I know it’s a form of self-defense, but it’s not good for him.