I am a just boy!

He wanted to scream it. He was days shy of his first year, but only now did the time spent within his father's clan outlast that spent with his mother. The time spent with his mother, and the time spent waiting for her to return.

He was still learning how to be a man, why was Iglux̂ blind to that?

He was still learning how to be Lanzadoii. Learning how to be Cen's son.

The crying wind woman frustrated and confounded him. How dare she decide what is best for him and the clan?

Biting back a snarl, Caan twitched his ears as he gave the Dawnbreak woman a chance to speak. Euphemia spoke sincerely. No promises fell from her lips, only possibilities. Ultimately, Euphemia respected him with the one thing he had always been denied.

A choice.

It broke when I was turned into the "tug" of a tug-of-war power struggle between my mother and father. I was days old.

It was a crude, simplified manner of describing the fracture that nearly destroyed the Saastine, but it served its purpose in getting the point across.

Iglux̂ was sending the silver woman to fix something greater than the broken structure of his body. It was a testament of his mother's betrayal. A defining point in the Sun Clan's history that Caan and his littermates had the misfortune of bearing.

Frigid eyes leveled with the golden gaze of the outsider. Cold, piercing. Challenging.

Gritting his teeth, he jutted his chin and allowed and opening in his defiant stance.

If you believe that you can work miracles, then go ahead I will harbor no ill towards you when you find there is nothing to be done.