here we are! Jett gets some screen time and a chapter just for him. he really is a good brother to Cedar even though they hated each other for years trying to get their father's attention and love, after all these years now they can final bond as they should have done when they were pups. enjoy yourselves!

The clouds were gathering the sky, the snow-capped mountains, the lush green forests, the cold air, the wolves howling in the distance, the stream flowing swiftly and calmly, the rustle of the leaves, the small creatures running and hiding, the sound of the footsteps, the birds singing their songs, the scent of the flowers, the warmth of the fire, the softness of the blanket, the taste of the food, the feel of the embrace, the sight of the stars, the sound of the crickets, the smell of the earth, the touch of the wind, the memory of the past, the dreams of the future, the hope for a better tomorrow.

Jett scanned over the horizon to see any signs of his younger half-brother. He took a deep exhale before breathing out to calm his racing heart. He lost track of Cedar's scent because of the snowstorm. He wondered how his brother was holding up in the storm, if he was safe, and if he had found shelter. The thought of losing him again, just as they were starting to bond, filled him with dread. He had to find him and make sure he was okay. He lost everything—his family, his home—and now he had to find a new life and a new place to belong.

He slaughtered Cedar's mother during a blackout; he doesn't remember any of it. He wishes he knew. The cold wind brushed against his face as he continued to search for his brother, his heart racing with fear and determination. The snow fell softly around him, blanketing the world in a pristine white cloak. Jett paused for a moment, lifting his nose into the air, trying to pick up Cedar's scent amidst the chaos of the storm. But the wind was too strong, the snow too thick, and his senses too dulled by exhaustion.

With a heavy sigh, he trudged onward, following his instincts and hoping that they would lead him to his brother. The forest was silent, the animals hunkering down to ride out the storm. The only sound was the crunch of his boots against the snow and the whisper of the trees as they swayed gently in the wind. He wondered what Cedar was going through—if he was cold or scared. Jett wished he could take away all of his brother's pain and suffering. They were only gone for a few hours at best; all of his hard work was for nothing; he did the deed, and he has to pay the price for Lily's death.

He paused as his gaze landed on a smaller pair of footprints leading away from the stream. His heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Cedar. He followed the tracks as fast as he could, his body aching from the cold and exhaustion. The snowstorm seemed to intensify with each step, with the wind howling around him like an angry beast. His vision blurred, making it difficult to see the tracks clearly, but he pressed on, refusing to give up. He knew Cedar was around here somewhere.

He picked up his brother's scent, a mixture of fear and determination. The tracks led him deeper into the forest, leading him to a nearby cliff side. His heart pounded in his chest as he followed the trail, the snow making the ground unstable beneath his feet. Jett forced himself to remain calm, focusing on the task at hand. The wind howled around them, and the snow fell so thickly that it was nearly impossible to see. He could feel the icy grip of the storm closing in, threatening to overwhelm them both.

"Where is he? His scent left me here," he muttered to himself, snowflakes flattering on his face. He stood on the edge of the cliff; the wind was almost strong enough to push him over, but he held his ground. He knew Cedar had to be close. Jett closed his eyes, focusing on his senses, trying to pick up any sign of his brother. The snowflakes danced before his eyes, soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the storm. He could feel the warmth of his own breath and see the puffs of white mist escaping his lips.

He dares to glare down the cliff and sees a barely seen large spot where a body once lay; it was a human-sized snow angel, and he notices the pieces of log scattered around the spot. He gulped and slowly made his way down, his boots slipping on the ice and snow. As he reached the bottom, he realized his brother was here before, but two sets of tracks went off the cliff. One set led deeper into the forest, and another set led back to where they came from. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow the tracks that led deeper into the forest.

"These tracks lead to the road, but why?" Jett muttered to himself as he followed the tracks away from the forest and towards the road. The snowstorm continued to rage around him, making visibility nearly impossible. His body ached from the cold and exhaustion, but he forced himself to keep moving. He knew that if he stopped, he might not be able to find Cedar again. The tracks led him through a small clearing, where the snow had been trampled by animals seeking shelter. Beyond that, he could see the outline of the road, its surface covered in a thick layer of snow.

"Don't worry, pup. I've got you." Jett smiled to himself, comforting his brother even though he wasn't there. He took a deep breath, steeling his resolve, and made his way onto the road. The snow was packed down, making it easier to walk, but the wind still howled around him, threatening to push him off his feet. He squinted through the swirling white, trying to see if there was any sign of another wolf nearby. But the storm was too strong, and everything was hidden behind a curtain of snow. He trudged on, his feet growing colder with each passing moment and his strength beginning to fade. "There's no way I'm going to last out here; I need to seek shelter." He mutters to himself.

He looked around, trying to find a place to hide from the storm. He spotted a small, abandoned cabin tucked away behind a copse of trees. It looked like it hadn't been used in years; its walls were weathered and its roof was sagging under the weight of the snow. But it was better than nothing. Jett forced his way through the drifts, his body numb from the cold and his limbs heavy with fatigue. The wind howled around the cabin, rattling the windows and making it difficult to open the door. He finally managed to push it aside, revealing a dark, musty interior. The cabin had only one room, filled with old, rusty furniture and cobwebs. "I guess it'll do," he thought. He stumbled inside and collapsed onto the floor, his body shaking uncontrollably from the cold. After a few moments, he managed to light a fire in the fireplace, using scraps of wood and some dried leaves he found scattered about. The fire crackled to life, throwing dancing shadows across the walls. He curled up on a threadbare blanket, trying to warm himself, but the cold seemed to seep into his bones.

He thought of an idea: he should shift into a larger form; he always preferred his wolf form to the human one. With a few snaps of his claws on the wooden floor, he felt his bones crack and shift, his fur grow back, and his muscles stretch. His wolf form was larger and warmer; he panted softly as he lay on the floor, curled up into a ball. The fire in the fireplace cast a warm, orange glow across his fur, making him feel a bit more comfortable. "Maybe I should sleep now because I'm much warmer now!" he hummed to himself, already feeling his eyelids growing heavy. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep, dreaming of happier times with Cedar and their parents.