Chapter 59

MARK

I cut through the werewolves I came across like a hot knife through butter. I encountered opposition from the minute I walked through the gates. Gates I walked in and out of for decades while I lived here. I grew up here, we both did, Vincent and I. Neither of us are the same people we used to be in those simpler days. My brother and I were at each other’s throats, the one constant that haunted my father. He always hoped that someday we would stand together, me and Vincent, shoulder to shoulder as one against the storms of life. But that time never came in his lifetime. And now he has no reason to think it would come to pass in his death. I should know. After all, I had died already,Once.

My mind traveled of its own accord to the time I lay on the floor in my father’s office, mortally wounded and left for dead by my brother. I wouldn’t be here if Jeff Pope hadn’t saved me. He came and took me away as Vincent’s wolves cleaned up the building after my last confrontation w