~Damon~

“Daren. Daren. Daren.”

My twin brother. My curse since birth.

He has always been a troublemaker, even when we were children running wild through the pack grounds. I remember it as clear as if it happened yesterday.

Where I obeyed my father’s command, Daren disobeyed. Where I studied the laws of our kind, Daren broke them for fun. We were identical in face, but never in spirit.

He was chaos wrapped in charm, the boy who smirked when he should have bowed, who laughed in the face of discipline while I clenched my fists and endured it.

He was twelve at that time , but his eyes carried that...