Just as Vixen Sature was returning from the military camp that night, he neared their rented house when something eerie caught his eye.
From a distance, someone was walking barefoot toward the dense forest, slowly, like a shadow drifting in silence.
Vixen frowned.
Was it a villager?
But as he moved closer, he froze mid-step.
It was Kin.
His Kin.
Eyes glazed. Barefoot. Dressed in nightwear.
Moving as if under some invisible spell.
Without wasting a breath, Vixen sprinted across the narrow path and reached Kin before he could step deeper into the forest. He pulled him into a tight embrace and immediately released his alpha pheromone, wrapping Kin in its divine warmth—protective, grounding, calming.
Bit by bit, Kin's body stopped trembling.
His eyes blinked open. Confused. Lost.
He looked at Vixen and whispered weakly, "Vixen…?"
Vixen exhaled in relief. "Yes, love. I'm here."
Without saying another word, he lifted Kin in his arms and carried him back home.
Once inside, he gently laid Kin down on their bed. That's when his gaze fell on Kin's hand—blood trickling from a cut across his palm.
His breath caught in his throat.
He quietly cleaned the wound with warm water, dabbed medicine on it, and softly bandaged it.
Moments later, Kin regained full awareness.
Vixen knelt beside the bed and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay now?"
Kin nodded slowly. "I… I think so. But my hand hurts a bit."
Vixen smiled gently and held his hand, placing a light kiss over the bandage.
"Let me fix that," he whispered.
Then, placing two glowing fingers over the wound, he activated his healing ability. The pain melted away.
Kin watched him in awe.
And Vixen watched Kin with something deeper than awe.
He pulled Kin into a warm embrace, holding him tightly. His heart beat wildly in his chest.
And in that quiet moment, Vixen whispered silently in his heart:
> "I lost you once in a past life.
But not again.
This time… I'll do anything to keep you beside me."
—
Later that evening, Vixen went into the kitchen to cook for Kin.
He made his favorite dinner—carefully, lovingly.
That night passed in peaceful silence. No whisper. No shadow.
Just Kin sleeping safely in his arms.
—
The next morning, as sunlight filled the little rented home, Kin walked into the kitchen and spoke sleepily,
"Can I come with you to the military camp today? I feel lonely here alone…"
Vixen paused, smiled, and nodded.
After what happened last night, he didn't want Kin alone either.
"Yes," he said, looking at Kin with a soft gaze. "Come with me."
And from that day onward, Kin began accompanying Vixen to the camp every morning.
No matter what darkness awaited them—
they would face it together.
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