Ashanti had gone on a trip; she wanted to get herbs for the pack stores, so Bane had been staying with Nina for a few days while she did so. She only hoped that Bane wouldn’t be rude, and that he wouldn’t press about his father. Ashanti personally hadn’t known where that outburst at the meeting had come from, and she didn’t want to know for the sake of whoever mentioned the ‘f word’ {father} around him or the ‘d word’ {dad} around him. She thought she had months before he would talk about that, or ask her, and now that he was curious, there was no telling how much he would find out. Part of her trip was to be alone, so she could think about what exactly she could and could not tell Bane about his father.
She figured that this time would come, so she had known already that she could not tell her son about how he was a child of a man who was evil. She refused to tell Bane that the only reason he was in Secret Woodlands, was because Ashanti herself had been raped and impregnated. The son looked exactly like his father. But she did not see him as his father’s son, she saw him as also a look alike of a man she used to love. Bane Athesila was who her child was named after, and she didn’t regret the name. I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you. She had loved the man, they were going to become mates, but something had happened, her aunt took over the pack.
Bane wasn’t his real name, his real name was forgotten to her since he didn’t like that name. He preferred the name Bane, and she loved him all the same. They had been young, little more than yearlings, but her parents approved, and so had his parents. She only wished to go back to the days, when she confided in him. She had no idea if he was still alive. But if he was, she hoped only for him to be returned to her, and so they could live in the same pack. Who knows, perhaps even he could be the adoptive father of her child. That was all just a dream though. Most of her dreams, never seemed to come true, and when they did… they always dissipated.