Larissa
I couldn't bear it. Just the thought of Milo coming back is enough to send me into a fit.
I'm overwhelmed. It could be a false alarm, but I would rather be safe than sorry.
I want him back. I have prayed every night for him to come back, and I never thought my prayers would be answered. Maybe someone is finally listening to me.
I run back through the woods. His smell is still lingering in my nose, making my senses go wild with thought.
Milo, wait. I need- if it's really you, I need proof...
I stop in my tracks, waiting.
Nothing.
My feet sink lower into the ground. My hope is lost. I knew it couldn't be true.
There's still a part of me that wants to believe it though- that he's come back for us.
Then I hear it. It's faint, but I still hear it ringing through my ears none the less.
NO. It rings through my ears and through my body.
It's his voice. I don't know how I still remember, but it's him.
"Boys!" I call through the forest. I'm close to home, so I know they'll hear me calling.
And they do.
My boys are there within a matter of minutes. Both of them panting and sweating, tongues hanging out of their mouths like animals.
I look them sternly in the eyes, and they snap up, both of them holding in their rasping breaths.
"I think- I think he's back." I eye them seriously.
Their eyes grow wide with either shock or fear, maybe both.
They have never met Milo. But I have told them stories. I have told them many stories about him.
It takes a moment to sink in- that he really might be back- and then we, all three of us, take off into the woods to find him.
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The Boy Who Would Be King
WerewolfMilo Krushnic was going to bring peace to the clans. He was supposed to be the Chosen One. But he's been gone for twenty years. Larissa Krushnic has spent everyday searching, praying, and hoping that her brother would return. The clans are growing m...
