Chapter Hundred And Forty Seven

“Where on earth could he be?” Killian hissed as he searched for his brother. Marcus had been missing ever since the incident with Darius and he was getting worried that his brother was up to no good.

Where hadn't he searched? The pack house? The training grounds? The streets? It was like he had just vanished into thin air.

After hours of looking for his identical, he decided to take a short rest on a bench, everything was moving so fast, Darius was sick and Marcus was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that was constant was Aria.

His blue eyes held a particular sadness, instantly, her image popped into his head. She was holding his hand and begging him to bring back Marcus. His eyes tightly closed so he could hold her image in his head for longer but eventually it slipped away because it was just a memory.

He got back on his feet and continued his search, and like a little whisper, something led him down a road, full of so much happiness, and so much pain.

He could hear kids laughing