Kenai turned on her, his voice cracking. “He’s dead because of me! I was supposed to watch his back. I was supposed to—”
Denahi did not answer. He placed a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, but Kenai shook it off like a wolf shedding water. brother bear sitka's funeral
The villagers began to sing—a low, humming song without words, like the earth itself breathing. Denahi pulled Kenai into his arms, and this time Kenai did not pull away. He buried his face in his brother’s shoulder and let out a sound that was not quite a sob and not quite a howl. It was the sound of a boy becoming someone new. Kenai turned on her, his voice cracking
The wind did not howl that morning. It simply stopped. Kenai turned on her