(Author's POV)
Alaric settled beside Brave's bed and kept on looking at his sleeping figure. As always, everything was normal, his heart rate, his vitals, his hand that radiated warmth, his healthy face and wound free body. But what Alaric wanted most was to hear his voice.
Alaric and Brave has been closed since their birth. Not just because they were twins but because they complimented each other well. Brave as the eldest one out of the two was mature and rational while his twin Alaric was rowdy and untamed. When they both were young, Alaric would always land in some sort of trouble because of his wild behavior but Brave, the calm and collected one, was always with Alaric, comforting and advising him.
They were basically inseparable when they were toddlers till their pre-teens. When they turned thirteen and first got their wolves on their birthdays, a lot changed.
