Mother Dearest [Destruction]

Destruction had never really considered the idea of ever settling down and starting a family with anyone. For starters, she was an assassin, a woman trained to separate wolves from their heads and send them to the grave. Second, she hated children. They were useless things that only got in the way and complicated things. And third, who the hell would want to take their chances with the russet stained woman in the first place? She was a murder who drank her opponents blood, or used to since she hadn't taken the life of another wolf since having arrived in Alacritis and had her son Dillinger. But when she had imagined herself with a child, the rare occasion that she settled down to think, she pictured raising him within the entente, turning him into another killer, just like herself. But guess things had funny ways of working out.


He seemed rather confused by her answer to his question and she could understand why. Usually the black mother was the one to call the shots, to tell him what he was going to learn and when. She never allowed him to call the shots, but she figured this time was different. He had deliberately disobeyed her, seeking her out because he needed some kind of stimulation. He had taken the initiative upon himself to seek her out and ask for training. He was advancing more beautifully than she had imagined. It took him several moments to process the fact that she was allowing him the freedom to choose. It was almost comical, watching him inch closer to her, his head tilting this way and that, analyzing the situation. He huffed, narrowing his eyes as he answered, asking her to teach him something. What would she teach him this time? He knew how to track and he knew how to hunt. But, he didn't know how to fish. That would be important if the new territory he decided to reside in didn't have many land dwelling prey but was plentiful in the marine kind.


You know how to hunt and you know how to track. Would you like to learn how to fish? A half smile curled her inky lips, ivory, crimson ringed pools intent on her child, waiting to see if he would accept the new lesson or ask for something more challenging.


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