The alpha felt his heart throb when Connor's gave out. For a moment, he had gone back six years. He looked at his friend's body as his heart stopped beating and the vision terrified him to the point that anger was the only thing that helped him maintain a bit of sanity. The bad memories all came back to him.
He remembered the frail and still body surrounded by doctors. The face wasn't quite similar, but so alike that a single glance was enough to make the connection between the two brothers. Glen remembered the hair of the same color that framed an equally pale face. A vision portending a loss that had destroyed them.
Glen felt something inside him snap as he saw Connor's body unresponsive to Trinity's CPR massage.
