Dusk Rising - Chapter Two

Nico

"Cruz, wait for me," I screamed to my twin as I chased him down the hall of pack house where we lived. His head swung around, and he was clearly laughing at my inability to catch up with him, but he didn't slow his pace.

I awoke with tears dripping down my face and an ache in. my chest that I knew would never fade. That dream was distant memory of when we were probably six or seven. For my whole life I crawled, walked, and chased after my brother.

And now, with no one to follow, I felt lost. I lay still in the soft plush bed that lay in the center of the massive room the men in black had brought me to the gods knew how long ago now. 

For a moment, I considered just falling back to sleep so that I could be with Cruz in my dreams, but then I remembered why I had even encountered those men and what I should be doing right now.