Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

The nudge given to her ear a quiet greeting of sorts—acceptance to the gentle touch of her shoulder to his side as their friendship bloomed into a camaraderie she would offer a fellow pack mate. Or so she told herself. 

She swallowed dryly to his story. Stolen from a young age—trained for battle. Hardened, perhaps? His parents had been killed. 

But she was missing something, and the turmoil within him was almost tangible as he fought with himself, stirring a light frown to her slender features. Becoming what?