Her Father

Zelda

As Drake left the room, I curled up in bed, alone with my thoughts. I tried to be happy about finally getting my wolf, but instead, I felt a heavy sadness settling over me. The familiar ache in my chest returned, making it hard to breathe.

The room was cold and dark, the moonlight shining through the window, casting shadows on the floor. I shivered, feeling a chill in the air. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the world, but the sadness remained.

I had never thought that not knowing my father would be such an issue. I knew Drake didn't care, but the elders did. They wanted to know my history, to understand where I came from.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to think about the past, about the people who had abandoned me. I just wanted to move forward, to live my life as it is now. I wanted to forget the past and focus on the future, but now it seems the future demands my past.

I had never asked my mother about my father. She had never spoken about him, and I would rather