by Seven Rue (Author)
After we lost our parents in the span of ten years, our baby sister assumed the role of protector. She did it with the intention to shield us from any future heartbreak and pain, and her determination was admirable. But she was way too young to carry all that weight on her shoulders, and while she seemed strong, we knew she was slowly and silently falling apart, battling with her mental health. We wanted her to realize that it was never her role to be our guardian. We wanted her to embrace her vulnerability, and needed her to allow us as her older brothers to fulfill our duty of being her protectors. And if that meant questioning our morals and crossing lines, we would do it for her. Ultimately, we'd do anything for our cub.