Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 676

Chapter 676: 676-I Want Her Back

Altan:

"See, it isn’t that bad. I told you, we shouldn’t be scared of anything. This is our world. The world of werewolves. All the other creatures are just tiny monsters here, the ones we’re supposed to slay," my twin said, grinning like he had just achieved a lifelong goal. He’d always wanted to cross the border on his own, no warriors, no parental figures to intervene. He believed as alphas, we shouldn’t be surrounded by warriors to protect us.

"Yeah, we did it. But we should go back home now," I suggested, and the look on his face told me he was disappointed in me.

"Come on, let’s stay a little," he said, tossing the ball in the air and catching it, carefree. Meanwhile, I was focused on paying attention to our surroundings. I was skeptical of the place. Father had told us that, every now and then, some monsters would appear out of nowhere.

I was scared, what if we’d made a mistake? But I didn’t tell my brother that. He’d just call me a coward again, and I didn’t want that tag.

"Children, please help me," a gentle, soft, old voice made me jump in fear. I looked at my brother immediately. He didn’t seem bothered, just curious.

"Where are you going?" I asked him as he kept staring at the bushes.

"There’s someone behind these bushes who needs our help," he said, making me hold his hand.

"Help me," the old man called again, but I held my brother’s hand tightly.

"It could be anything. Someone trying to lure us behind the bushes," I said, shaking my head, silently begging him not to follow the voice.

"Don’t you hear the distress in his voice?" my brother hissed at me, and I took a deep breath, gently letting go of his hand. The way he glared into my eyes scared me. I knew if I didn’t let him do what he wanted now, he wouldn’t speak to me for the rest of the week.

I watched my brother walk toward the bushes. I stayed behind, unable to bring myself to see what was behind them.

"I’m badly wounded— I need help," the man whimpered again.

My brother quickened his steps. He followed the sound with more determination now. The faster he moved, the more scared I became. My heart started to pound, faster than ever, and something in me screamed that I should’ve been more stubborn and stopped him.

He reached the bushes and leaned in for a closer look. That’s when a hand shot out and suddenly grabbed him.

"Let him go!" I yelled, running toward the bushes when another claw appeared and attacked my brother.

I was not a hero. Never a hero.

I had grown up afraid of every shadow I saw. There was even a time I was scared of my own shadow, so watching my brother get attacked by something so inhumane was not easy for me. My little body was shaking.

I started to rush toward the bushes when the thing yanked my brother behind them. I was too afraid to look. That’s when I stepped back. My brother was still screaming. His body crawled out partway, and he made dead eye contact with me, almost like he was asking why I wasn’t coming to help him.

I turned and ran, speeding in the opposite direction to get help. There was no way I could save him from whatever was behind that bush.

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