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When neither of his parents returned before nightfall, Viinturuth waited up for any sight of them. He ventured from the family densite to trail the borders as he had with his mother that morning, lingering longer where Talos had seen their father cross into neutral territory with another, and his frustration grew with every stride. Of course, he'd noted the tension that hung over the Alpha pair for several weeks when they were together. They could try to hide their bitterness or sadness as well as they thought, but young Viin was more aware than they gave him credit for.

Obviously, something had to give, and it had been their tempers. Constantine had left with Aria in tow, and Durnehviir had vanished.

He worried, naturally, that neither of his parents would return. He worried for what this meant for the pack and, more importantly, for their family. Straining a whine, Viinturuth paused beside a rugged tree trunk and pressed his shoulder to its bark as burgundy eyes scoured the woods before him.

Durnehviir had found no breathing space in the neighbouring woods, and so she returned to Swiftcurrent as darkness crept over the land. Despite the desire to be entirely alone, despite the weight of the world atop her narrow shoulders, she did not wish for her children to believe that she had abandoned them. They'd be safe beneath the watch of Aura and Whisper, she knew, but she was loathe to keep herself from them for too long.

She slipped through the darkness, careful in her stride as she weaved between the trees and came to realise just how exhausted she felt after the day's events. Constantine had ran from their troubles and the dragoness wished to as well. Her babies waited for her at home, however, and although she feared to break before them, they needed her as much as she needed them.

The sight of her firstborn was unexpected, and Durnehviir paused to regard him with solemn champagne eyes. Was he [i[looking[/i] for her? Guilt constricted her throat and, with a series of soft whimpers, she ducked her head and pressed forward to close the distance between them and reach out to press herself firmly against him.

When at last he saw her, he felt like he could breathe again. Viinturuth exhaled heavily as his mother champagne eyes fell upon him and, pushing away from the tree he'd used to lean on, he strode forth on careful paws toward her. The russet Alphess quickened her own stride, and mother and son fit themselves snugly against one another.

His tail twitched, relief flooding young Viinturuth as he leaned into the wolfess' embrace, and he peppered her face in loving nudges and kisses. He tasted the salt of her cheeks that heightened his concern once more and, withdrawing, he lifted his dark eyes to seek her gaze. Silence hung over them then, awkward and uncomfortable, as he waited for some sort of explanation for her departure.

Durnehviir squeezed her eyes shut and thrust her snout among the peppered silver of her firstborn's shoulders to breathe deep the scent of him. He accepted her gently and it was in this moment, as she fit herself snugly against him, just how grown up he'd become. How did that happen? When had he come to match her height? She whined again, a strangled sound, and she set about preening her son's guard hairs to try and reign in her emotion with the reminder that it was her job to comfort him.

But Viinturuth withdraw, removing himself from her embrace to lift his burgandy eyes and seek her own pale gaze. For a long moment she simply stared at him, unable to hide the sorrow that swam within her golden irises, and she guiltily looked away. "You don't need to worry," Durnehviir managed, blinking out over the forest and canting a ginger ear to listen for the familiar rumble of the distant creek, trying to hide her battle with tears. "Everything's okay."

Durnehviir looked away, and concern constricted his throat. He continued to watch her quietly, trying to make sense of what had happened, but dared not ask. He expected her to say something, assure him as she always did, but the silence that hung between them roused the same fear that he'd tried to prevent in Talos. Viinturuth swallowed, flicking his tongue over dry lips in his anxiety, and lifted his ears when his mother finally spoke.

He knew she'd say things were okay, that he didn't need to worry, and thought this was what he wished to hear. But Viinturuth knew her words were false, and the fact that she could barely look at him as she uttered them confirmed her lie. Anger swelled within his breast and he furrowed his brow, though the reminder that his dam was trying to keep her own woes from troubling him, softened his expression.

"Talos saw father leave with Aria," he spoke with confidence, as he had no reason to think his sister a liar. "Is he coming back?" Viinturuth asked after an uncomfortable pause, unsure if he wanted to hear her answer.

"Talos saw father leave with Aria."

His words stung, further fracturing her heart that she didn't think able to break further. Not only because Constantine's decision to venture from their home with the very wolfess his mate did not trust was a great insult, but because her own daughter had witnessed this betrayal. The russet Frostfur stared out into the darkness, her brow burrowing as she stifled the snarl that swelled in her breast.

Viinturuth posed a question for her, his hesitance drawing Durnehviir from the bitterness that continued to build for her mate, and she reminded herself to breathe as she returned focus to her son. She gazed into his dark irises, seeing her own frustration and hurt reflected back, and the Alphess exhaled heavily. How was she supposed to respond? Tell him that even if Constantine did come back, he would not be welcome? Tell him that there was no way they could recover from this? Her jaw tightened, and she chose to be gentle: "I don't know, baby."

Her answer didn't satisfy him, and the pallid youth narrowed his dark eyes as he huffed his annoyance through flared nostrils. Viinturuth had tip-toed around his parents' animosity for weeks, and it frustrated him that his mother remained so vague on the matter despite his newfound courage to finally ask questions.

Talos claimed to have witnessed the Alpha pair argue prior to Constantine's departure, and the cubs were too young to know why Aria's presence offended their mother. So Viinturuth rumbled a low growl in response, his teeth gritting and his ivory ears splayed back against his crown. "Why are you doing this?" Viinturuth demanded. "Why are you fighting? Do you want to push us away?"

Her son tensed, unaccepting of the answer she'd provided, and went on to bombard her with harsh demands. Durnehviir sucked in a breath, brow raised in surprise at the sudden flaring of her pale cub's temper, and her ginger ears pressed back as she hung her head in defeat.

The Alphess had never let her children assert themselves over her, yet now she simply didn't have the energy to remind Viinturuth of his place. He was so young, she reminded herself, despite his recent growth spurt that brought him to her height. Too young to carry the burden she wanted so desperately to keep from him, but couldn't.

"Enough," she told the boy, her voice stern but wavering beneath the weight of her emotion. " We argued, but you don't need to know why and I did not ask your father to leave. He chose to go with Aria."
He bristled, silver guard hairs on edge and upper lip twitching as he struggled to keep from flashing teeth in his growing anger. Viinturuth glared at his mother, who ducked her head to avoid his stare again, which infuriated him further.

Durnehviir was going to keep him in the dark, he knew. She probably thought him some stupid kid who wouldn't understand, and he frowned deeply. His mother announced that Constantine's departure was not at her request, and the thickness of her tone brought Viinturuth from boiling point to a quiet simmer.

His mother kept secrets from them. His father chose a stranger over their family.

Hurt, confused and irritated, the pale youth uttered no other words. He turned away, stalking through the trees and away from his dam to be alone with his dark thoughts.

The dragoness lifted her gaze, watching the quiet fury in her son's dark stare before he made to turn away from her. Her breath hitched then, recalling solemnly the day's earlier incident when Constantine chose to abandon her to be alone with her despair.

Viinturuth, it would seem, was capable of the same.

Heart aching, despite her desire to pursue him, Durnehviir let the boy go. She withstood the grief again, lowering solemn champagne eyes to linger on the dirt at her feet as she listened to the empty silence that lingered following Viin's departure.