Ares steps closer. He’s in sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair also damp. He was training as well.
“They really do let the seniors out later than before, huh?”he says.
I smirk, still throwing combos. “Guess they finally realised we’re hard to cage,” I answer. “So, did you miss me that much that you came to look for me? I mean, we can mind-link.”
He’s silent, only the sound of my controlled breathing and the hits connecting with the bag filling the silence. When it’s quiet for a moment too long, I spare him a glance before punching the bag again.
“Ares?”
“Yeah, that was an option, but I needed to talk to you face-to-face,” he says, as if he had been distracted for a moment.
I don’t like the sound of that.
“Yeah? About what?”
“Spar with me,” he orders.
“Sure, kiddo,” I answer sarcastically. He narrows his eyes as I smirk. “I’m older, remember? I get to give the orders.”
He scoffs. “You don’t act older, so fuck off.”
“Well, I would, but you want to spar,” I remind him.
He simply glares at me, but there’s something off about him. We begin exchanging blows. Even when we change our routines, it’s so fucking easy to spar against and block the attacks from one of my brothers, because in a way, we can sense what each other will do next.
Tell me something, Theo,he says through the mind-link.
Sure. Let’s see… Oh yeah, I learned today not to underestimate people half your size,I answer, knowing he has a question of his own.
He narrows his eyes.I mean, about the night I was attacked.
Why now?
Unease fills me as I look at him and nod.Sure, what do you want to know?
I want to know if you really didn’t see anyone that night?He aims a jab that I block and throw a hit of my own.
I didn’t, I mean it, man, why would I keep that shit from you?
He cocks an eyebrow.Good. Cause there’s something that’s been niggling at my mind. Just out of reach in my head, regarding that night. Glimpses in my dreams that began from the moment we stepped into the Gods’ Realm. There are random bits that are returning to me, Theo. With one weird-as-fuck dream – if it’s a dream.His eyes are glowing now, as his wolf surfaces.Want to fill me in?
I shrug. “On what, bro? It’s your dream. Ahh, unless you mean your belly dancing dream? That I can.” I smirk.
“Stop deflecting,” he growls, and I know he ain’t on about my defence. He throws a combo of moves at me, and I block them. He turns and aims another jab at my neck.
I mean, my dreams were all just fragments that made no sense until they did. They started to makesense when put together, but there are parts missing. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell me since you’re in the starring role in this dream,he says sarcastically before becoming serious again.You know, the dream – or should I say the memory, where you bargained with Hades to bring me back from the dead? Ring any bells, brother?
My heart thunders as my eyes snap to his. Both of us stare at one another; our wolves have surfaced as we remain staring at each other. There’s no anger or irritation in his eyes, but something else as he stares at me.
Tell me, Theo.He grabs me by the back of my neck, yanking me towards himself, his eyes burning into mine.Did I die that night?
Fuck.
He remembers.
Brother to Brother
Theo
