*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 ...