Well, I know some might have been disturbed by the last chapter, but here's a less gruesome, but maybe more sad, chapter.
Claudette's POV
"The second one is out!" The healer said aloud as I was finally able to relax. My mate stood next to me, squeezing my paw all the way through to the end of this. I felt so relieved that both the pups were out. I was ecstatic at being a mother, as well. "Do you want to hold them?" The Healer asked.
"Yes, thank you." I responded. She then handed me two young pups, one looking like me and one looking like Fleet.
"Oh my god! I can't believe I'm a dad." Fleet said next to me.
"I can't believe it either." I said, drowsily and slightly light headed. But then, we were interrupted by a crying Runt running into the den.
"Clau... Claudette!" He screamed, causing the babies to cry even more. I started comforting them while Fleet talked to Runt.
"I know you're happy to be an uncle and all, but please be little more quiet." My husband said with a growl at the crying omega.
"I'm really... I'm happy for you, but..." He was crying to much to continue. I gave the babies to Fleet and sat up.
"But? But what, Runt? Tell us." I commanded sternly.
"Dad's dead!" He shouted, drying his eyes and trying to steady himself.
My jaw dropped immediately. My eyes widened. Surely not, dad is still a young wolf really. He's a lot younger than the dads of most of my friends. His heart issues had gotten better he told me so. He wasn't just lying to try to calm me down.
"Runt, is this true?" Fleet asked, giving the pups to the healer.
"Would I make it up? Would I make up... would I make up a story about my dad... my dad dying?" He sobbed, with a gentle amount of anger.
Oh my god. It is true. I felt my heart drop and my body go cold. I felt my eyes water up and my breathing getting heavier. I tried to stop myself from showing too much emotion. I was able to stop my self from bursting into tears, but it took all my strength. I couldn't believe that the wolf who used to tell me stories about his adventures with his friends when they were younger, the wolf who always risked himself to protect me, the wolf who used to provide a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen was gone. But most of all, the wolf that made my childhood happy. I could just picture vividly the memory of me as a young pup being afraid of the dark, and him pulling me close and telling me there was nothing to fear. I always believed it when he was there with me.
"Was it his heart?" I asked, meekly and quietly.
"No... he... he killed himself." Runt responded. I just couldn't think. I immediately opened my eyes and gave what must have seemed like a truly horrified glare at Runt. He killed himself? Why? He was the happiest wolf I knew. He was the epitome of an omega. He always smiled, he always laughed, he always helped others. What reason would he have to kill himself? What could have made him do that?
Sweet's POV
I stood at the entrance of my cave with my two children by my sides as we all looked out for Humphrey's return. Maybe I was too harsh. We need to talk things out, and we will. I hadn't said that to my children, their father is a good wolf. Soon, I spotted a grey wolf walk closer to our den, sobbing slightly. He was much to large to be Humphrey.
It was Stinky.
"Stinky, do you know were your dad is?" I asked him when he was in ear shot.
"Yeah. I guess... I guess I do." He told me. "But I need to tell you alone, outside." As if he could say anything worse!
"Just tell us all." I said. My pups were getting worried, and they were clutching to my side.
"Where's Daddy?" Stephanie asked, with tears in her little eyes. Stinky and I both swarmed around the two pups and comforted them.
"I'm sorry. But... but Dad... he's in a better place." He told the pups. I was speechless, but the pups just looked quizzical.
"Where is 'a better place'?" My son asked. I braced myself for what there reaction would be when the found out.
"It's where people who have, well, passed away go to." He said, hugging them closely.
"But Daddy is alive! I saw him a few minutes ago!" Stephanie exclaimed violently. She was half filled with rage and half drowned in tears. She pushed Stinky away and backed herself into a corner.
"I'm sorry, but he passed away. I guess it was..." He seemed to think whilst he chose his words. "... it was, his heart." He finished. Stephanie was hysterical. She slapped Stinky far harder than I thought a little pup could.
"No! No! He's alive! I'll find him!" She screamed in tears. James was simply sobbing into my fur.
"No! Please. Just accept this. It'll be so much easier if you accept it." He told Stephanie. But she wouldn't listen.
"But," She struggled "he said we were going to spend some time together, tomorrow! Daddy wouldn't lie!" Me and Stinky were breaking our hearts over how she was getting. She just loved him too much to let him go. Then we heard a breaking voice behind us. It was her.
"Is this true?" She asked. Her eyes wet and legs trembling.
"Yes, mom." Stinky said.
I know what you're thinking. "That's a little sad." But, it's going to get better. There is going to be a happy ending.
