Chapter 3 AN ANNOYING BROTHER II

Laughing she took the glass from him, "Remus my dear, I can still do what I was destined to do even with my last breath besides it was the king how can I refuse." She returned the glass back to him.

"Ohh," his face fell.

"I know what happened today, and you don't have to feel bad my boy, you did well bringing him back to the palace for treatment." She said reassuringly.

"Father doesn't think so, he blames me for all the bad thing that happens to the weakling." He said sadly looking down.

Taking a deep breath she placed a hand on his shoulder smiling.

"You are a good boy, Remus, it is not your fault the boy is a weakling, his human body can't handle our storms, his wolf is too weak but it protects him besides most of his sickness is caused by natural disasters."

"I wish Father could say that to me Nana, but he is too busy doting on Luke or attending to town matters, it is like I don't exist with him." Fighting back the frustrated tears he looked down at his hands, more than anyone Nana knew how much pain he was in.

"You can stay here if you want." She smiled trying to change the subject, anytime he had a fallout with the king, it was best he stayed out of the palace as the king would go to all lengths to punish him.

"Really Nana?" His face brightened up looking at her.

"Yes my boy," she smiled happily.

"Father would be angry nana, I better just go back and help my brother in any way I can." He said sadly before taking her bag into her room.

More than anyone she knew how much he cared about like, anytime the boy had a crisis he would run down to call her even before the king's messenger got to him, or even bring him to her when she got injured, it was a pity the king couldn't see his struggle, seeing him off to the door, she watched him hesitate at her gate, he always did that as if he never wants to leave but duty calls.

She knew he would make a great Alpha one day.

It has been three months since Luke's accident, Remus' punishment was to help his brother until full recovery making him down his entire day with him alongside Isabelle.

Remus knew Luke was fine already and was just pretending so he could stay with him longer, playing along he pretended not to notice, hoping to find something lovable about his annoying little brother that everyone hated.

But who was he kidding, at Luke's young age, his special talent was inciting people to hate him.

Day after day, Kernin watched his sons grow apart rather than together, despite his efforts to bring them together there was no peace between them. He was in his chambers watching the sunset lost in his thoughts when one of his underlings came to call him.

"Your Highness, the princes are at it again," the ordering reported worried.

Knowing exactly what the young man was talking about he followed him hurriedly into the throne room where both sons had shifted into their werewolf form, snarling at each other. Remus's slender form was at a great disadvantage against Luke's rather huge form overshadowing him.

Luke was yet to be fully healed, worried the boy might get more injured he tried to intervene but Remus was dominating, he couldn't shift as he made the rule of no shifting in the hall except on special occasions.

The ancient stone walls of the grand throne room gleamed in the bright sunlight that streamed through the opened windows. The air was thick with tension as the werewolves faced off in the centre of the room, their feral eyes locked in a deadly stare.

Remus, The larger of the two beasts let out a primal growl, his claws flexing and scraping against the polished marble floor. The other werewolf crouched low, his muscles tense and ready to strike. With a thunderous roar, they lunged at each other, their bodies colliding with a force that shook the very foundations of the castle.

Claws clashed and fur flew as the werewolves snarled and snapped in a frenzied battle for dominance. The sound of their savage combat echoed off the walls, drowning out the distant cries of the frightened onlookers who had gathered to witness the brutal spectacle.

Blood dripped from wounds that opened and closed with each vicious swipe of claws and teeth. The smell of iron mingled with the musty scent of the ancient stones as the werewolves tore into each other with a ferocity that bordered on madness.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, one of the werewolves delivered a final, crushing blow that sent his opponent crashing to the ground in a heap of fur and blood. With a triumphant howl, he stood over his fallen foe, the victor in this brutal battle of werewolves. Stalking the wounded body of his brother, Luke wanted to end his torment but the loud voice of his father stopped him.

"REMUS!" the king shouted not knowing what else to do.

Kerning had never seen Luke this angry, he was still learning to control his wolf, he had only been able to hold it back for five minutes before going berserk, which had been difficult anytime he shifted, scared he might lose it, King kerning maintained eye contact trying to control him, pray it was still his son and not the wolf.

"Grrrrr" Remus howled in pain, as Luke sank his fangs into his hind legs, taking advantage of his distraction, With one swift turn he smashed Luke's head with his huge paws sending him crashing into one of the pillars.

"No!" the king ran to the limp body of Luke cradling it in his arms not glancing at Remus who was also injured.

Bitter, Remus watched his father cradle his brother angry, in his transformed taste, all his emotions were heightened, which was especially worse with his wolf trying bro take control, he was fighting it when he met with his father, but his father didn't look at him with worry like he did Luke rather he looked at him with that same look he grew accustomed to for the past five years.