There had once been a time that Soliloquy had craved the den to be simply his and Isolde's once more, no squealing, grumbling, pushing and shoving just peace. They had been little pains much of the time but even Soliloquy found that without them the den was oddly empty. He had always suspected he would be a failure as a father, that the kids would hate him and wander off in the very similar manner that he had done to his own mother in fact. This wasn't a willing separation though, they had been taken from him all five of them prisoners now in this stupid pack.
He knew Isolde wasn't sleeping too well either, the absence of the pups far too obvious. They were getting bigger, would have been kicked out to make space at some point or another there was no way they would share forever but it would have been a gradual development the family all would have prepared for, not something suddenly thrown upon them. Truth be told there was a part of him tempted to run, not sure what else to do with himself. He was frustrated and there was nothing to take that emotion out on.
He hadn't meant to complete disturb Isolde, though he would hear her move now and suddenly feel her at his side as she joined him. He didn't know what he wanted to be honest. Ideally to be free, his family as safe and happy as they had been that morning before the fight. For Valentine to play no part in their lives, for the Range to have still belonged to the Destructions. It sadly wasn't a possibility right now. He'd take a deep breath, though it did nothing for his rising emotions, only prepare him for two simple words. "I'm sorry." He had failed them.
