There's never been a fairytale ending for us

Rhyme had been close when the primate’s call found him. Rhyme made his way silently along the border to find Tana unloading herbs there. He positioned himself carefully, and oh so slowly as he didn’t want to reveal himself until the last possible moment. Tana turned to return the way she had come and Rhyme was there to block her way. There was no anger or resentment on his face, only a little bit of the pain he felt. He’d been forced to care for their children alone, made to carry the burden of Darilnor’s death alone. She’d left without even saying goodbye.

He didn’t know what to say as he stood there blocking the path, his breath ragged as thought whirled through his troubled mind. Rhyme wouldn’t hurt her in a thousand years, but what did he say to the woman who left her poor pups?

”Thank you for the herbs.” He managed, wanting her to know he appreciated the effort. He was glad she hadn’t made a fuss on the border, the last thing they needed was for their mother to be torn from them a second time. ”How could you leave them?” His voice about broke as he said it. He hated that she had left. Not her, he could never hate her. Tana had gone through too much for that, but he hated her actions. He wished she’d have tried to find a solution instead of run.