Anja

I’m losing my patience.

“Just get to the point, Drake!”

His eyes widen with amusement.

“There was once a time you called me ‘Father’”

I shake my head. I have never seen this man in my life! It’s 1870; there’s no way he could be my father! I’m over one hundred years out of my timeline!

“It is true. I am your father, Anja.”

Oh, crap, I’m going to be sick!

“That’s bullshit! I have never met you before today. I want to leave!”

I turn to leave; however, I’m paralysed.

“I mean not to harm you, Anja.”

That’s easy for him to say; he’s not the one entrapped in some kind of trance, unable to move.

“I have much to tell you, my daughter.”

I want to scream at him to let me go, I want to yell and tell him that Leopold is my father, but he isn’t either. I can’t get my mouth to move to tell this man anything. I feel strange.

I call the wolf within, but Asha is dormant; I can’t reach her.

Why can’t I reach her?

‘Let me go.’ I tell Drake with my mind, hoping the bastard can hear me.

Drake smirks, provi