“NO! NO! NO!” Landers voice shot across the room, making every one jump in surprise. “I need a fucking break form this shit!! Let GO OF ME!”

With an outraged roar Lander suddenly and viciously jerked his hand out of Brandon’s grasp and wordlessly marched across the room.

On the edge of screaming his brains out as more and more of his past was revealed.... Brandon was thankful for the release from the cold invasion of Landers mind into his memories.

But Brandon was also left on the edge. Tottering between the darkness of one memory and another.

“I...don’t know if I can take anymore right now.” Drin suddenly spoke up softly. He was rubbing a hand up and down Erin’s long back giving his mate comfort.

The young healer was silently crying into her hands, but it was easy to see from the flush in his cheeks and the soft blue glow in his eyes, that Drin was feeling a little winded himself.

Glen let out a small shudder and replied. “Do we need more? “She softly intoned. “I am pretty sure that we all get the picture.”

Mantilo’s arms wrapped around her small shoulders and he silently held her close for a moment.

“This is rough....” Nate softly whimpered looking at Erin and Drin then back at Brandon saying. “....The Trauma that you experienced....it is unimaginable. Every day, going through something like that....and not even knowing why.....” Nate stopped and shook his head.

A warm hand touched Brandon’s wrists and Brandon looked to his left.

“Brandon, do you want to stop? Because we can stop before....” Ezekiel asked with a hiss of disquiet and a sharp glow to his blue eyes. It was clear that he felt the dark abyss waiting at the end of this story. And like any sane individual he wanted to pull away. Or he wanted to pull Brandon back before he fell off the edge of his own mind but...it was too late. Brandon knew it was too late to stop.

“I can see how badly this is effecting you. So....you’ve shown us enough.” Ezekiel swallowed. His entire frame seemed to be tight with both and anger and pain. “We understand.....we understand everything now. ”

But Brandon shook his head.

"No you don’t.” He told Ezekiel softly, looking down. “There is more....Ezekiel I’m not even half way finished, and I don’t think I should stop in the middle. ” Brandon swallowed the bile that tried to raise up his throat. Then shook his head and let out a weak laugh and rubbed a hand across his exhausted eyes. “I don’t think I can stop at this point actually. I have to tell it all so you can see...” He softly confessed.

No one said anything for a long time. They all seemed to be regaining their barring. Trying to find their stability in the present after living in Brandon’s past.

But fearing that he would cave if they continued to hold off Brandon turned towards Lander. Lander who was standing far off to the side, with a pained frown painted across his face.

“Lander...?” Brandon started to call to him.

“Don’t...speak to me. I cant....” Ladner hissed softly putting up the palm of his hand to silence him. Knowing that Lander suffering because of him Brandon didn’t push him....and similarly no one else spoke. Then with a heavy pause Lander turned his palm out, snatched Brandon’s hand and said. “Just close your eyes and let’s do this.”

With a heavy heart Brandon did as he said....and after a second everyone else followed. Re-clasping hands and reforming a circle and in seconds the memories started to pour out into each of them all over again funneled through the icy power of Landers mind

A never ending parade of death, and agony and sorrow. Brandon’s mind overflowed with cascade after cascade of his terrible past.

*ANNNNND Breathe people. Take a step back and just let it all sink in. Were you ready for the things that have been revealed so far?

I hope you continue to read and enjoy this series as it continues to unravel. Thank you so much for the support and as a prewarning Brandons wasnt wrong. Things are about to get much worse for the next half of his story, so be prepared.* See you soon !