Whitefish River You're a catalyst to your happiness you know

What she told them was way too much to take in. She had never talked about their father before, at least not to him, and he had never really felt too motivated to ask about him. But even the times he had wondered, nothing he thought of could have ever been close to the actual truth. 

He stared at their mother, face blank and mind swimming with too many thoughts and emotions. They had a family out there that wanted to kill them? That was the most alarming to Acheron. What if they ever found them? What if he had unknowingly ran into them any of the times he had been out? He could have accidentally said something to put them all in danger. So that was what made him angry—that she had potentially put them all in danger. He didn't much care about the rest of it. He knew she loved them, and he knew she probably felt incredibly guilty about it all. He had seen how kind and attentive she was with pack mates, and so it would have been easy for him to see past the rest of it. But for her to not inform them of how much danger they were all in was just too much. How could you not tell us before now? he finally asked, angry blue gaze meeting hers. What if we had run into them while out exploring? he said, shaking his head. I could have said something to put us in danger, he threw at her. A hard swallow moved through his throat as he fell silent once more. It was so much to process, and he wasn't used to being angry with mom; he didn't like how it felt at all.