As he walked, Nick's mind drifted back, pulled, as it often was, to the childhood days he had spent living in Javier's shadow.
Little Nick sat outside the pack building alone, staring down at his bleeding knee as it slowly healed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He had been running after his mother and Javier as they headed out to the car to go shopping for their training gears, but he had tripped and grazed his knee on the pavement. They had driven away without him.
"Nickolas, shouldn't you be with your mother?" His father's voice came from behind the small boy. "Did she leave you behind again?"
