[Avira]
"Gustavus?" I called with a quivering voice, unable to believe my eyes.
He gave a slight nod, which was painfully familiar.
"Gustavus." I called again, this time with certainty. It was him. My baby brother.
"The last time I saw you was a few hours before the fire," I said slowly as flashes from that awful night flooded my memory. He was only four years old then, and a mummy's boy, he followed our mother practically everywhere.
"There are things we don't talk about anymore, Avira. That night which claimed the life of so many pack members is one of them." He replied, but I shook my head.
There were so many things I wanted to know about that night, there are questions which I have left unanswered for years, questions which have managed to taunt my senses each time the memory of that night is triggered.
"No, I have too many unanswered questions." I said, and began to advance towards him. I stopped when I saw him move a step backward.
