I never understood why we were always on the run. My brother and I never stayed in a place for more than a month and we never questioned it. We went with the flow, not really expecting life to give us much. I was exactly 12 years 5 days and 4 minutes when my parents and baby brother were killed in a car crash... ever since then it's always been me and Henry. He wasn't just my little brother, he was my best friend, my purpose of living. So why did he do it?... or almost do it. Why did he almost jump? I thought I knew him. ------------ *Disclaimer* This book contains boyxboy and gay situation like: sex, kissing, touching. If you don't like, don't read. This is not about suicide, but references a potential suicide. This book also contains werewolves and mating.
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