Eric would hold on to that pain, that night forever unless he was free of it. Bran knew that if he anchored that pain, faced it...he would be better for it. But he continued to run from it.
The hybrid looked at his mate, squared his shoulders and tilted his head some, "What are we naming it?" There was no alternative to this gift. Macklyn had brought it for him, that kitten. They would name it and it would live with them until it moved on to the other world.
Somehow he would move on. They would make it. He felt regret for feeling the way he did about such a small thing, a kitten. He sighed. "I'm sorry."