Fox's Glade She howled wolf

Sebastian kind of regretted his answer because he wasn't really feeling like talking about his mother. He would always get so bitter and angry, not a mood he wanted to show to Haven. Yet, of course she would ask about it. The grey male looked at her for a moment, pale eyes a bit distanced. He wanted to say that it wasn't any of her business but that wouldn't be very kind. Plus, he did like her. The male let out a soft sigh and then looked at her apologetically. "She died in labor of her second litter," he explained because that was technically how she died. 

But the thing was that Sebastian blamed his father. If Burke hadn't left then his uncle wouldn't have done those things to her and she wouldn't have ended up pregnant. She died because Burke left and he should have stayed with them but no he abandoned his family. Sebastian didn't realize that his face turned sour, and it worsened every second as he was reliving those memories. They clearly weren't good memories. "Maybe I won't call her Dalia after all," he started, sounding rather bitter. His pale eyes looked with a scowl around him, not trying to look at Haven now he was all upset and fed up.