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The silence that fell felt heavy to Peregrine. He resisted the urge to glance at Fox, keeping his jade gaze steady on his son's face as he waited. And waited. And waited. In the end, all Whip managed was some choked-off words and a gasping sob before he was plunging his face into his father's neck. Although taken by surprise, the Alpha was quick to touch his muzzle against the boy's neck and lift a foreleg to wrap around his slim shoulder. He embraced Whip, letting the boy vent out the emotions he couldn't seem to name or explain.

Over the boy's head, Peregrine finally did look at his mate. Concern and confusion simmered in equal parts in his gaze. He wanted to help Whip but he didn't know how. And he couldn't think of anyone else who could reach out to the stricken pup. He did briefly think of Sasha but the aspiring counselor had yet to make any impression at all upon the Alpha male. He wouldn't trust his son's mental health to someone unproven. He bit back a sigh, mouthing, "What do we do?" to Fox even as he grasped Whip all the tighter, just holding him.