2.6 Miracle (1)

“You didn’t have a twin,” I said coldly. Chloe hugged me tightly to cool the flames spitting up inside of me.

“He did, nipote,” Nonna spoke up with a fiercely sad expression. Her fist was gripped tightly around her spoon. Mom gave her a pitying look, reaching out to support her. “I gave birth to two boys, just like you and your fratello.”

My brows knit as I soaked in this information. “Then, where is he now?”

A sorrowful look passed between everyone as they looked around at each other, everyone knowing what I was just starting to guess to be the reason.

“He died,” my father said. “He was murdered in cold blood because he didn’t have a wolf.”

As Pops told his story, telling me about his brother, this uncle that I never knew, and told me about the circumstances around his death, more and more I began to realize why he was so much harder on me than he ever was to Miles.

Chloe stayed seated on my lap, hugging me, supporting me while I clung to her the entire time.

“I’m so sorry, son. I’m