The den was a sanctuary, a place of solace and seclusion, known only to two souls who found refuge in each other's arms. This afternoon, the golden rays of the sun filtered through the thick canopy, casting a warm, dappled light over the hidden alcove. Inside, Lucia and Nicholo lay entwined on a makeshift bed of grass straws, wool, and cotton, their bodies bare and their hearts open.
Lucia, had always felt the weight of her difference in the pack. Yet, here in this den, with Nicholo by her side, she felt nothing but love and acceptance. Nicholo, the future leader of the pack, had found in Lucia a kindred spirit, someone who understood him beyond his role and lineage.
Today, instead of attending to their duties in town, they had chosen to skip their obligations and steal a few precious mo
