74. This is war

“Henry!” I call him as I follow him back to the pack house.

He stops and slips his hands inside his pockets coolly. His eyes are bloodshot red, maybe from the vodka or he has been crying lately- I don’t know which but I know that I definitely need to talk to him.

“Henry, I want to talk to you.” I say and he nods.

“Yes, you should want to talk to me and I am all ears.” He says.

“I know that I was acting like a jerk back then and getting into a fight with you was actually senseless but I want to apologize for it. We are brothers, okay? And I know that you are worried about Isabel the same way that I am worried about her too. We both care for her because she is Someone precious to us.” I tell him.

“She is my sister and your mate too. At least I made an effort in trying to find her unlike you that did nothing but sit back and delay everything.” He scoffs and rubs his jaw.

“I have to admit that I was pretty scared back then, I was scared that Newton might not talk and I was scared that I m