I somewhat hope they did, allowing him time to assimilate the information. We have consistently maintained a close relationship, yet I recognise that this appears irrational to nearly everyone but myself.
At last, I perceive the door opening, and I sense my heart rate accelerating. I hear him ascend the stairs, prompting me to summon him to the living room. Upon entering the living room, he casts a bewildered glance at me, indicating that he has not been informed.
“I believed she was departing this morning?”He knits his brows.
“Indeed, she was expected to.” Listen, do not panic, but I am retaining her!”
“What?”Brandon enquires. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is agape.
“I will retain her.” I possess a connection with her. I cannot leave her with unfamiliar individuals, to a destiny that I cannot assure is favourable. I recognise that single motherhood is not optimal, particularly at my age, yet I am committed to raising her. I perceive this as my fate. I sense in my essence that I am destined to nurture her,” I admit.
I named her Alyssa, and I acknowledge that this is peculiar. It is peculiar for me as well. I am astonished by my feelings and the burden I am assuming, particularly at the age of 18, yet I am convinced this is my destiny,” I assert.
“This is overwhelming.” Her humanity remains uncertain. What if she is a human being?”
He is more composed than I anticipated. “Subsequently, I shall relocate to the town and rear her among humans.” You may visit at your convenience. It is merely a 15-minute drive.
“Are you prepared to relinquish your identity as a wolf?”He enquires, his brow elevated, and I assent.
“What if you have a friend?” Although he may have accepted your role as a mother, the majority of wolves would not relinquish their pack to coexist with humans. You may jeopardise your relationship with your partner.
“Brandon, I am aware of that.” I am convinced she is integral to my destiny, and that all will unfold as intended, regardless of my companion’s presence or absence.
“It appears that you have thoroughly considered this matter.” I adore you, and if this aligns with your desires. “I will support you. It is gratifying to witness your revival,” he remarks with a melancholic smile. I am immensely relieved and embrace him with one arm. He embraces me and then gazes down at my other arm, scrutinising Alyssa closely.
“I suppose I am an uncle,” he states, as his lips begin to curve into a smile. His support in this matter is immensely gratifying.
Six months Later
Celine will be fine. You indicated a necessity to return to warrior training. “Alyssa will be well here,” Giselle, from the pack’s childcare centre, assures me.
“She is simply unaccustomed to my absence,” I remind her.
“She will be well.” I believe you are experiencing greater difficulty than she is. She will be fine, Mother. Furthermore, your absence will only be for two hours.
I cast a final glance at Alyssa. My plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed infant. I embrace her and caress her soft, delicate hair. I sense my eyes beginning to weep, accompanied by a constriction in my throat.
Although it is merely two hours, I seldom leave her, and when I do, it is exclusively with Norah or Brandon; Giselle is unfamiliar to Alyssa.
“If she continues to fuss for over 5 minutes, will you assure me that you will mind-link?”I implore.
“Very well,” she consents. I bestow a few additional kisses upon Alyssa and relinquish her. Alyssa refrains from weeping. I am grateful to the Moon Goddess, as I am uncertain if I could have departed had she been weeping for me.
The training was successful. I was out of condition and lacked the speed and strength I once possessed, but it feels gratifying to resume training. I am confident that I will swiftly return to my previous state, and soon surpass it. I aim to maximise my strength in anticipation of potentially departing the pack with Alyssa in six months.
I desire to safeguard us from both humans and rogues.
I will commence with two hours of training every other day, and in two weeks, I will increase to training Monday through Friday for two hours each day.
Giselle did not mind-link me to inform me that Alyssa was distressed, yet I am increasingly concerned that she might refrain from mind-linking me, even if Alyssa were indeed upset. She is accustomed to the sound of infants crying, particularly during their initial stages.
