"Maybe it is," Thessian admitted, his large hand resting possessive over the raised mark on her shoulder, thumb pressing gently against it like a talisman invoking protection and claim. "We stand as two shattered beings, one wolf, one human, clinging tight amid the wreckage of our lives, holding what pieces remain. What the world calls healthy might forever elude us both in this tangled union."
"Or perhaps we complete each other fully," she countered softly, her touch lingering on the jagged lines of his scars, feeling their stories echo through the bond. "Our broken edges lock together tight, forming something stronger than if we had stayed whole and untouched by suffering."
