Sun Child |✔|

Lexie isn't a warrior; she's a painter, her hands forever stained with colors, a shield against the darkness within. Her art is her escape, a desperate attempt to forget a bleeding wound. But then, she meets him—her mate, Atlas, a man also consumed by his own anger. He, who never sought a mate, finds himself drawn to a soul of art and a heart of a warrior. When two broken souls collide, can they heal each other, or will their combined shadows consume them?

The familiar scent of oil paint and canvas filled Lexie's small attic room, a comforting balm to the ache in her chest. Streaks of crimson and gold adorned her hands, a vibrant second skin she never washed away. It was her armor, her escape. Below, the distant sounds of her father calling for dinner, his voice laced with the usual plea to 'stop painting,' served as a dull thrum against the vibrant symphony of her creative world.

She dipped her brush into a swirl of ochre, the canvas before her a blank slate waiting for the chaos and beauty she held within. Her brother, Mark, would be home soon, his scent, pine and earth, always a welcome presence, a stark contrast to the stifling expectations of the pack. He understood. He always had. He was the only one who knew the true reason her art was less a hobby and more a desperate, silent scream. The woods outside, dark and quiet under the approaching dusk, held secrets she prayed would stay buried, echoing the brokenness she carried deep within her soul.

Sun Child |✔|

Artist Werewolf Romance Healing Trauma