Braun
BraunSurrounded by Angela’s family, inundated with questions, I should have been pleased.
Instead I felt as if I were drowning. I took a deep breath, tried to hide my nerves along with the beast that wanted me to run from this home. From these kind people who looked at me with open curiosity. Not because of integrations or the fact that I was the latest bachelor beast, but because I was from someplace foreign to them.
They wanted to know about my culture, my way of life. About me.
Perhaps that was why I was uncomfortable. I wasn’t used to being anything but an integrated warlord. Something to be fearful of. An oddity.
So I shared what I thought they would find interesting. I told them I was from Atlan, which they knew. I told them that I fought for the Coalition, which they also
