Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

vuk knew that she could never submit to the teachings of the priestess, she who had driven out the girl and her son, with nary a concern. reek had elevated a stranger over larksong, perhaps even over his very soul, but still vuk saw the torture in his soul. it was impossible to live so close to the man and not see such things.

his touch sent a gentle glissade of electricity coursing through her small body; she too became inflamed by a thrumming tension, her ears falling back against her skull as reek spoke. vuk had never entertained the notion of lying to herself about the growing affection she had for the darkfurred man, but neither could she deny the love within her spirit for terich, he who had given her son a father and protected their lives until a pack could be found.

vuk was conflicted; her lips trembled and she drew closer to reek, one tear lingering upon her face as she let herself into his embrace, breathing in his scent if only for a moment.