step, foot by foot towards Raighne in a husky voice, ”Raighne….Raighne….”He let out a horrid laugh, ”What’s Raighne going to do now that mummy isn’t here to save him?” He cried tears welling up and looked around and saw a sword on the wall, and remembered his father had lectured him to never touch it. This was a dangerous sword, pure silver and surely would cut him or worse…

But it clicked in his mind, his brother; his own brother would do worse to him. The house was being surrounded by werewolves and Raighne could barely breath he grabbed the sword as the house filled with the beasts, snarls and howls erupted. “Raighne, Raighne!” His brother taunted and lunged as he thrust the sword up and Ailin fell upon him.This was the last thing Raighne remembered.

The eldest of the group followed in and pulled Ailin off revealing the boy. Raighne who lay on the ground sword still in hand. “You have failed me!” He snarled at the lifeless figure which lay beside Raighne. “On the other hand….”His fangs gleamed,” I can use him, he will grow to be much stronger then his brother, though convincing him to behave will be a challenge.

Flames engulfed the house as the other werewolf picked Raighne up by his jacket (which was much too big for him).They dragged him out of the flaming house and into the wrenched cold. “Bite him when he wakes and I’ll deal with him then—if he lives.” Raighne’s eyes fluttered open for a moment as they dragged him away from the burning manor and he knew his life was forever changed and he was all alone.

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