That was the word that came to mind as Bo observed Taijo. There was something strange about him, a strangeness that neither he nor Locke would ever be able to touch. Yet he was welcome all the same. Blood moon. Blood brother. Bound together.
Locke and Bo moved as one. Every motion mirrored, every glance met. Their small golden eyes gleamed with wonder at the ever-growing world around them. White fur rippled in the wind, the red deepening under the blood moon’s glow. Returning his brother’s smile, Bo echoed softly,
Ours.
Once more, his curious gaze sought their mother. Her poison-green eyes warned them not to misbehave. But when he caught Locke’s glance, a shared spark of mischief passed between them. With a sudden burst of energy, Bo darted toward the ledge and vanished over it.
The drop was short, the wall beneath turning into a rocky slide, sending dust and debris flying in every direction. It was exhilarating! The grin that split his muzzle was bright and wicked, full of triumph. When he finally came to a stop where the slope leveled out, he scrambled to his shaky feet and looked back up at the ledge.
Come,he called, temptation thick in his voice. He wouldn’t go without his twin, and freedom was just within reach.