Chase POV
The day I lost my legs and my manhood, he'd been drunk. Drunker than he had been in his whole life.
So drunk, he climbed the tree over the gullet —a war ridden land filled with pits containing the very deadly to wolves dragonian spikes —and stood on his tippy toes.
So drunk, he was laughing as he fell— directly headed for one of the numerous pit containing the deadly spikes.
So, drunk he couldn't even think to save his own life or break his own fall and I...i was forced to step in like I have done so many times all my life.
Forced to push him so hard away from the pit, I lost my footing and ended up with a severed spine.
And that was that. No cure. Just a crippled heir.
And in the early days, I tried to tell myself it was worth it. That he was worth it.
Because he was my brother.
My brother who was in pain. Who was angry.
Angry at everyone including himself.
