Chapter 2 An annoying brother

Five years later,

King Kernin was running the kingdoms well but his relationship with Remus plummeted greatly especially since he would always take Luke's side because of his frail heart.

There was a rumor, that he won't make it past his first ten years in the morning.

Everyone in the village knew how mischievous Luke was except the king, he would follow Remus and Isabelle all around the village picking fights with them and running back to his father anytime Remus lashed out at him. The king in ignorance would always take the young prince's side.

One particular evening,

Luke was following Isabelle and Remus who were trying to climb the tallest tree in the village for the perfect view of the entire kingdom. Unknown to them, Luke followed them secretly also attempting to climb the tree breaking his leg in the process.

Remus and Isabelle were climbing down from the tree when they saw Luke sitting on the ground leaning against a tree with his legs spread out before him. Worried Isabelle ran towards him.

"Hey there, what's wrong with you?" she asked standing beside him but he kept on sobbing looking at Remus who had his back turned to him, crying louder he kept looking at Remus who annoyed came to stand in front of him.

"You tried to climb the tree, didn't you? You fool! I have you stop following me around." cradling his little brother's frail body in his arms he walked back to the palace.

It was hard to believe the young boy was eight years old, his constant illness had made him ill and if not for his timely transition, he might have died from the harsh weather of Farnborough.

As they walked true the village, everyone turned their attention to them most especially Remus who at the age of fifteen was bigger than most of his peers, a well-built teenager with mysterious golden eyes that sparkled with wisdom and kindness, captivating all those who were fortunate to gaze into them which was, of course, everyone in the town, his long flowing hair cascading down his back like a shimmering waterfall. At the young age of fifteen, his presence commanded attention, from all around him, he had the air of his father and the beauty of his mother.

Girls swooned as he passed by, watching his bulging muscles as he lifted like effortlessly in his arms.

News travels fast in the village, the king cut short his council meeting by coming to meet them at the gate worried about his little prince.

"How did that happen, Remus!" He asked angrily taking Luke from his arms.

"He followed Remus and I, but he fell from."

"How could you let that happen to your brother Remus, I know you don't like him but you know how frail his health is." The king cut Isabelle short staring at Remus who was almost as tall as he was.

"But I didn't do anything, father he followed me and fell on his own, I wasn't even aware of his.."

"I do not care, Remus, if you paid more attention to him and not ignored him, this accident would have happened." he interrupted him.

"I do not care father, he has the entire palace staff at his fingertips let him play with someone else! He is just an annoying little twit!" He said frustrated, every time his annoying baby brother does something, he gets the blame for it, even when he had no hand in the whole matter.

"You will be punished for this Remus!" Glaring at him one last time, the king turned around walking into the palace with his whole entourage.

Angry, Remus turned around walked towards the village, and headed to Nana, in the entire village she was the only one who made him feel his age.

Ever since his first transition when he was younger and almost ended his royal guards, everyone feared him. Thinking it was just the first time spurt, he was encouraged to try again but after the third attempt, he was banned from ever transforming again because he had no control over his wolf.

Rumor has it that he is the reincarnation of one of their ancestors Jaime, a valiant werewolf who instilled fear in all their enemies. Luke was stronger than five werewolves combined, and from a young age he exhibited great strength that everyone around was scared of him, he was taller and bigger than his actual mates, towering over some of the hunters and his growth rate was so fast that he looked more many that a thirty-five-year-old man at just the age of sixteen.

Entering the gate of Nana, he left his titles and power behind, in here he was just a little boy who loved to chase the wind and climb trees, a regular fifteen-year-old.

"Nana," he called smiling at her.

"Oh my boy," opening her arms for a hug she smiled at him happily. It was hard to say this woman was the eldest in the village, even at the age of one hundred and twenty, she was s'more energetic than young wr ones. She looked frail and old but then her strength rival led that of even the king she was not someone to be trifled with.

Joining on the bench, he and Nana made fun of her as she poked herself at various places trying to learn embroidery. To him, this was his happy place where he didn't have to walk on eggshells.

It was almost nightfall and time for Isabelle to leave, Remus stayed back trying to help Nana fix things within the house. He was working on one of her chairs when he heard her door open,

"Who is it? Nana is not home.." He stopped talking when he saw her drag her tired body into the house before collapsing on the closest chair.

"Nana," he called with concern taking her bag from her. "I have told you to let the others handle healing you are not as strong as you used to be." He nagged getting her a glass of water.