Redhawk Caldera sunshine on your toes

Yeah, this stuff happened. To other mothers. To other parents. Not to the Alphas of Redhawk Caldera. They were supposed to be the perfect little family. Things like this weren't supposed to happen to them. "We can't beat ourselves up over it." Maybe Peregrine wouldn't. How could he? He'd been away. He hadn't been the one to wake up to a child dead between his paws. He would never have doubts about what might have caused the child's life to slip away while he slept.

"You didn't mean to hurt him," Perry reassured her, though Fox couldn't help but think that wasn't the truth. She wanted to scream out, tell him that she wanted to throw their stupid, selfish tiny heads against the wall. The new mother swallowed back the words, feeling them slide down her throat in a sickly manner. If she'd heard his remark about the name, Fox made no indication of it.

“Let me do it,” she pleaded. “You stay and... watch the other three.” Fox glanced at them nervously, as if they would shrivel up and perish at her touch.