Chapter 32: Confessions
*A/N: Pure family bonding and sweetness alert, also hurt/comfort.*
Azandra POV
Azandra paced in the healing wing, which was ridiculous.
She had to trust Kyon not to turn feral on whoever tried to set a bear trap for them. The words “Kyon” and feral” seemed strange when strung together, but not unpleasant. Perhaps he finally realized that he didn’t have to hold back or hobble himself.
A memory surfaced.
All the runts in the pack insulting Kyon’s big ears and size and ability to eat an entire small pig in one sitting, which didn’t faze him. Then they targeted his family. Jiro was too quiet and meek. He could wander away and no one would ever notice. Patch’s jokes were stupid and he laughed like a goblin. Dirge was … well, any remarks about Dirge immediately earned them a bite for their trouble. Served them right.
These runts never breathed so much as a weak insult about Dane. Cowards.