Mending Broken Hearts

 Nothing his daughter said put any fears to rest, the name she stuttered out made him freeze, red hot rage suddenly filling in all the previously frozen parts of his body. He wanted to jump to his paws and flush out the traitor, wanted to kill the bastard and yet he forced himself to remain where he was, offering what little comfort he could. “When did-“ He swallowed the lump in his throat, voice cracking as he tried to speak again. “When did he start bugging you sweetie?”