Life Without You

Everyday life... hadn't really changed much for Cerberus. He stayed with Siren, or more so his other siblings since the loss of Viper. Though someehere deep down or maybe that far down, he wasn't quite himself. Every wolf he knew was close enough to him to know or notice, though if he had met a stranger they probably wouldn't have known a difference or that he was festering some kind of emotional turmoil down inside.

Albion, Scylla, and Rusalka were all out of the den exploring, training, or whatever they would do normally. Cerberus laid here in Siren and Dalila's furs, silent as he was. While he was already mostly quiet and reserved, he liked to be around his siblings more than anything else, or even Siren or Dalila. But these days he didn't really feel up to it. He hadn't honestly felt like he killed Viper, or at least knew that it was an accident. He was smarter than that, but he had wondered what they could have done better to prevent it. It was in the past now, or sort of. Because while Siren was more of a mother to Cerberus than Viper, she still held that special immediate blood bond to him. Viper was a very coarse woman, but she showed him much more than that. He was the most special to her.

"Cerberus Klein"