What we build is broken

Mortis hugged his boy to him, grateful that he clearly did not find being a slave master an easy task. But seeing him hurting was painful for Mortis, and he so wished he could put everything back together again for Oleander. Shield him from some of the harsher realities this world was capable of. He remembered the day his own dad had brought Zee home when she had been kidnapped by slavers. It had been like bringing her back from the dead, they had all thought she had passed until that moment. She was reactive, and afraid, a shadow of herself. That was the day his younger siblings' bubble had burst. Vesper was the one to break Oleanders.

He brushed the fur gently on Oleander’s forehead and smiled at his son. “You have too much of your mum to do it halfway. I’m helping you prepare yourself. The deeper in you get, the harder it will be. Lead healer of the whole pack, she’ll be so incredibly proud.” He whispered, that pain throbbing in his chest again.


"Mortis Fatalis"