#Chapter 25 You will die

Arthur had hoped he was wrong, but a part of him knew. Owen’s voice rang in his mind. "We will meet again in the future… When that day comes, you will die, brother.” If what these people said was true. Owen was his cousin and the child of his father's killer and the leader of the rogue’s attack on the pack. He was kin and enemy. Worse yet, Owen had already sworn to kill him. Arthur cursed at the turn of fate. Maybe he wasn’t cursed in the way the Brown Valley pack thought he was, but what else could he call having family member itching to kill him but a curse? “Damn it,” Arthur hissed. “I've seen him.” Rex gasped, “When?” “Before your patrol found me and Daphne,” Arthur growled. “He attacked Daphne... I think he recognized me. He called me brother.” Tom frowned, “Well… you are related, but I don’t know why he would call you that.” Rex hummed thoughtfully, “That would explain why rogues have been attacking us so often lately… He’s been trying to kill you…” Arthur