Chapter 65 A Memory From Childhood

• I followed Jacob and Roland outside. The evening breeze caressed my face as we stepped onto the lawn. A flash of light, then those in their wolf forms now stare back at us with their human eyes. Even their rigid postures and firm faces hinted at the fear shrouding them.
• Jacob’s presence filled the night, darker and more menacing than the darkness all around us. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees, worsened by the already-cold evening. Even I shivered, and not from the cold—this was a side of my brother I'd never seen before.
• The side of my brother I don’t think I can stomach seeing.