The Last Memory of You
My brother Raymond hated me for seven years.
After a bitter fight on a freezing winter night, I stormed out and drove away.
I never expected a blizzard to fall so suddenly. It blinded my vision. I was attacked by a rogue, injected with a poison that could erase memories and sever blood bonds. My memories became fragmented.
When I woke up in the pack’s infirmary, Raymond stood there with a cold expression and casually pointed at a gravely ill male werewolf lying in bed.
“He’s your brother. Stop bothering me.”
I was stunned. The male werewolf pushed himself up and took my freezing hand, his eyes gentle.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.”
After that, I no longer saw Raymond as my brother—just