Fated Tragedy
My reason for everything.
When I gave birth to Zebasthian, it only took two months for the doctors to confirm what I already sensed—that he was different. My sweet boy had both autism and Down syndrome, and though their words cut me deeply, they also explained what I already knew in my heart. He was a pup born from unfated mates.
Among my kind, it wasn’t uncommon. Not everyone found their destined partner. Some wolves settled, others sought power or status, and in all those unions, pups like mine were conceived—innocent souls burdened with the consequences of choices made without the bond of fate.