Third Person’s POV
Brentik had seen a lot in his lifetime but this . . . was new.
“You’re saying he’s your companion,” he said slowly, blinking between the young healer and the wild blue-eyed teen who’d literally bit one of his warriors earlier this morning.
The blonde gave a little nod, seeming slightly flustered.
“A shifter? You’re certain? I’ve never even heard of such a thing—"
The boy side-stepped, carefully placing his body between them, the tilt in his chin arrogant as he gazed at the Chieftain. “It’s weird, we get it. Let’s move off of it.” Blunt, voice filled with annoyance—Brentik felt his eyes narrow at the kids’ impertinence.
Even in that meeting, bickering with the Kings, tossing in snide comments—clearly this creature held no interest in form
