Pull Me Under

What kind of sorrow can reach a mother's soul when her single, favored pup is gone? Destruction was looking down at the still form of her son. Her only son. Never would she have thought that she would bear pups. Never had she would she have thought that her love for a single pup would grow into something so pure, so true, that she was actually glad he had been born? Well, besides the fact she hadn't necessarily been happy when she had gotten pregnant. But the strength of her pup had changed that. She was going to mold him into the perfect little killer...

...But then the sickness came.

Helplessly the mother watched her son grow weaker day by day. None of the herbs that the healers brought him seemed to soothe the sickness. Her son had developed a fever that brought on heat and cold sweat. She watched her son suffer, hardly leaving the den. Dillinger... She could bring herself to utter his name. Finally the struggle had ended... and her young son's body moved no more.

This was all of Bane's fault. It was his weak genes that had caused her son to die. That damn bastard. There would be a time to confront him... to take him out for what his bloodline had done. But not now. The she wolf lowered her head, allowing grief to come into her heart. She felt the dark, deep feeling of sadness wash over her form. Destruction licked her son's cheek once, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

Dillinger... would never wake again.