Cains POV*
Sittin in my seat, I held the guilt in my heart, that guilt and the pain I've bared for years.
Getting up my body cracked and popped in different ways from my old age. Shaking my head... 'I'm old,' I mumble to myself 'I need to see Brandon.' Sighing to myself, I walked out of my office of the pack house to Brandon's home, and then his office.
Coming to the wooden doors, I breathed deeply, knowing he wouldn't listen but hopefully he would. I knocked.
"Come in"
I opened the door to see Brandon, his eyes sunken in and his head in his hands. He looked twice his age now, his daughter missing aged the man.
"We need to talk."
Brandon looked up questioning.
Sighing I held my breath one more time, "about the pass...about my sons and his legacy." Brandon's eyes glowed, but I continued. "Lets talk about what happened."
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