Sun Child
Lexie isn't a warrior; she's a painter, her hands perpetually stained with vibrant colors. Painting is her refuge, a shield against the inner darkness and a past she desperately wants to forget. But then she meets Atlas, a man who also carries a hidden anger, a warrior soul to her painter's heart. Can two broken souls find healing in each other, or will their colliding worlds create more wreckage?
The smell of paint fills the air, a familiar comfort against the persistent ache in your chest. Your hands, a canvas of red, orange, and yellow, are a testament to your escape, a barrier between the world and the skin you don't want to see. Outside, you hear the sounds of the Shaldon pack, the distant shouts of training warriors, a world you feel increasingly separate from.
Dinner is a quiet affair with your father and brother, Mark. The conversation inevitably turns to warrior training and Mark's impending departure, highlighting your own divergence from the pack's expected path. You feel the familiar sting of being different, an outcast in your own home.
