Serena’s POV~
The next morning when I woke up, I felt strange. My head was heavy, and when I tried to rember what happened last night, there were only so of my mother’s words, but I don’t rember how I fell asleep. Aside from this, nothing ca to .
I sat on the bed for a while, blinking, and then after freshening up, I walked toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at , pale and tired, with eyes that looked as if they carried shadows. I combed my hair slowly, watching each strand fall in place, but my thoughts kept drifting.
Why could I not rember? I tried to think of my childhood, but all I could see was this house, these rooms, and my mother’s face. Nothing else. It was like there were holes in my mind, big empty spaces where sothing important should have been.
I touched my forehead lightly and whispered to myself, "Did I... really hit my head so badly?"
When I asked my mother, she had only smiled at sadly and said, "Yes, my child, you had an injury. That is why you have forgotten everything. But it’s fine. You still have ."
Sohow, her words made sense. But deep inside, it felt wrong. I knew she was a witch. And strangely, I knew I was one too. But why couldn’t I rember the coven? Why did I not rember my life there? Were there no people in my life? No friends, no one who cared for ? Why had no one co to see ?
The thought made my chest feel heavy. I mumbled to myself, "Maybe I really did have a big head injury... and that’s why I’ve forgotten everything. But it’s good... at least I still rember my mother. And our life together. I’ve only forgotten the coven."
I combed my hair again, staring into the mirror. A faint ache spread in my skull the more I thought about it, sharp enough to make wince. I quickly stopped thinking and pressed my lips together. "It doesn’t matter," I whispered. "It’s better this way."
Just then, the door pushed open.
My mother walked inside, her face glowing with a strange pride. "My daughter is looking so beautiful today... just like the moon."
A small smile tugged at my lips. I lowered my gaze shyly.
But then I saw him...standing right behind her. The man. My supposed father.
My breath caught in my throat. My mother’s words from last night echoed faintly in my mind—though I could not rember clearly what had happened. She had said he was my father. That we were a family. A happy family.
So I forced myself to smile sweetly and greeted him. But when I tried to call him "Father," the word stuck in my throat. It felt strange and wrong. I had never called anyone by that na before. Maybe it was because I never had a father figure in my life. Or maybe... I just did not want to.
Still, I didn’t want my mother to worry, so I smiled again.
But when my eyes t his, I froze. He was already moved to tears. His face was filled with sothing I could not understand...pain, relief, longing. He looked so deeply concerned about that it made my heart tremble.
Had he already resolved the problem with my mother? I wondered silently.
Then suddenly, he stepped forward and engulfed in a big, warm hug. His arms were strong, trembling, yet full of warmth. My eyes widened as I felt his heartbeat against .
"My daughter..." he whispered, his voice breaking.
Unknowingly, my hands rose and hugged him back. The warmth seeped into , making feel sothing I had never felt before in my entire life. Maybe because I had never been held by a father. Maybe because there had never been anyone to love like this.
So... was there truly no one in my life who had loved like this before I lost my mories?
The question pricked at , but before I could dwell on it, another pair of arms joined the embrace. My mother. She hugged us both, her smile soft and full of happiness.
For a mont, everything felt perfect. A family. Just like she said.
But then I noticed sothing. My father stiffened slightly in her embrace.
I blinked in confusion. Did he still feel uncomfortable with her? Why? They were supposed to be together. We were supposed to be a family.
Before I could ask, he slowly pulled back. He placed his hand gently on my head, patting it softly. His eyes looked deep into mine. "Let’s go. You can also see where your father lives, okay?"
I nodded slowly, my gaze drifting to my mother. She only smiled at us, her eyes glinting with sothing I could not read.
Of course, she could not go with us. She was the mother of witches, and the coven needed her. She belonged here.
So I looked at her one last ti, then turned back to him. My supposed father.
And I wondered again, faintly, if everything truly was as simple as they said.
The decision was made. We were going to the werewolves’ territory.
Even though sothing inside resisted like a quiet voice whispering that I should not go...I still followed him. I told myself this was right. This was what a family should do.
When we sat inside the car, the silence was heavy. My father sat stiffly beside , his hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly, knuckles pale. He did not look at . His eyes stayed forward, his jaw clenched as if he was holding back words he could not speak.
I sat quietly, my back pressed against the seat. The air between us felt thick and strange. My hands twisted together in my lap, restless, while I tried not to stare at him. I could feel his presence beside , strong and overwhelming, but also distant.
I wanted to say sothing—anything—but my throat refused to open. The word "father" rose inside again, and once more, it stuck. My lips trembled, but no sound ca.
So we sat there, both of us trapped in silence. Two strangers bound by blood.
The car moved, the world passing by outside the windows, but inside, ti felt frozen. Every tick of the clock was louder than our voices, because there were no voices. Only silence.
My heart ached strangely. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to speak... or because I was afraid of what might co out if I did.
The silence stretched for a long ti until at last he cleared his throat. His voice was low, almost unsure, as he said, "My na is Maximus."
I turned my head slightly, waiting for him to continue.
"I am... a werewolf," he added.
I only nodded. That much I already knew. My mother had told .
He grew awkward again, his hands tightening around the wheel. His eyes flicked toward for a second, then away. "I have a younger brother," he said finally. "He has two sons. You can talk to the first one... I had almost raised him myself. He is a good child." He paused before continuing, his voice turning firm. "But don’t interact with the second one. He is not good."
I only nodded again, quietly accepting his words.
After a mont, I asked softly, "What is your pack’s na?"
His lips pressed together before he answered, "We do not belong to any pack. We... rule the werewolf packs."
I blinked, confused. "Rule them?"
"Yes," he said gently, seeing the confusion in my face. "Every pack has an Alpha. They rule their own pack. And all the packs together form the werewolf territory... or the realm, you could call it. And the one who rules over them all is a Lycan."
I frowned slightly. "Lycan?"
"Lycans are also Alpha werewolves," he explained patiently. "But they are much bigger, much stronger. My brother and I belong to the Lycan bloodline. So you can say... we are royalty in the werewolf world."
I stayed quiet, staring at him.
He went on, his voice calm but heavy with aning. "My younger brother is the king right now. We are heading to the royal palace. I know this place is not much good, but... it was the place I grew up. It is my ho. And now it is yours too. Whenever you feel alone, you are always welco. The gates of Lycans will always be open to you. Because you are a Lycan too."
His words startled . I shook my head quickly. "I am not. I... I never awakened my wolf."
His eyes flicked toward . "How old are you currently?"
"I am already nineteen," I said quietly.
He gave a small nod. "Lycans are special. It is not like with normal werewolves, who awaken their wolves at eighteen. Lycans take ti. It can happen at any age. Sotis later than you expect."
I lowered my eyes, whispering, "And... what if I never awaken my wolf? What if I am just a witch?"
His hand left the steering wheel for a mont and reached over to pat my head gently. His touch was warm and steady. "Then you are still my daughter. Still a Lycan. Nothing and no one can take that from you."
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