Look What You Made Me Do

“Not if I get powerful enough." She looked down at her daughter, making sure her voice was softening. "That's why we're here, Rain. To get strong. Strong enough to protect ourselves, strong enough to maybe even help the pack."

Rain's eyes widened. "Will you train me too, Mama?"

River smiled sadly. "No, Rain. My powers… they're different. You wouldn't understand."

“But I want to help!" Rain insisted, her chin jutting out stubbornly.

Oh, her stubborn daughter. She had too much of her father’s traits. Yet, somehow, River sees some of Lord Draven’s mischievousness in Rain. Since Lord Draven was the one who brought Rain from her womb with his hands during labor, he had developed a liking for her daughter.

River could remember those little moments when she’d catch him smiling at her, telling her stories, and even how to hunt. She had always hated the kind of energy Lord Draven was instilling in her little girl, but when she remembered how cruel life could be, she always acted as though she