Daughter of Luka (LGBT+)

Twenty-Nine 🌑

In all honesty, I didn't want to leave Accalia, but I knew that she was right- I needed to get home to my father before he suspected that I was eaten by wolves. It was unlikely that he was going to sit down and suspect that, in fact, his own daughter was a wolf. This was exactly why it was important for me to get home and dispel any concerns that he may have had. 

"Hey dad," I said, as I walked in through the front door to find that he was stood in the hallway. 

He immediately turned to me and his shoulders became less tense. He rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me.  

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked me, with worry in his stare. 

"You really do worry too much. I was just out. I spent the day with Accalia," I admitted. 

He frowned in response to that statement, as could be expected. "Did you skip out on class?" he asked me. 

I gave a shake of my head. 

He dropped the question, thankfully. 

It was not long after that my father entered the kitchen to get started on dinner, and I knew that I needed it. 

I had always had a large appetite, but I felt as though that had been intensified since becoming a wolf, or well, part wolf. 

"I don't want to argue with you, Ophelia, but I'm beginning to feel as though Accalia is a bad influence on you," he said, as he came to sit down opposite me at the dining table. He brought a plate full of bread and some tomato soup along with him, which I immediately got started on consuming. 

I looked up at him through a spoonful and felt tempted to laugh. 

Accalia- a bad influence on me? Did we even have the same person? 

"She's fine, dad. I promise," I said, as I took a bite out of the bread. 

My father didn't press the subject any further, thankfully, but I could tell he was still thinking about it. 

"I just don't want to lose you. That's all," he said. 

"Jesus Christ, dad," I said quietly, which earnt a surprised expression from him. "You're not going to lose me." 

Unfortunately, with the wolf sickness about, I couldn't confirm that was the whole truth, but I was going to try to stay alive as well as I could. 

"I lost your mother. If I lose you then...I'll be completely empty," he admitted. 

Unlike most men that I had met throughout my life, my father could be exceptionally open-hearted with his feelings. It was a good thing, for the most part. I just wished that I could convince him that I really was going to be alright. 

"I don't want to be on my own," he said. 

"I get that, dad," I replied. 

He hadn't been in a relationship with anyone else since my mother, to my knowledge, either. 

My father shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. 

"I'm still alive," I said quietly, as a reminder, as I continued to get through my dinner. 

"Are my warnings just not important to you, Ophelia?" he asked me. 

It was the most demanding question I had ever received from him. I couldn't help but look up with a slightly taken-aback expression. 

"Am I not important? Do you not care about what I think about all of this?" he asked me. 

I swallowed hard. 

"Don't do that," I said. 

"What?" he shrugged nonchalantly. 

It annoyed me. 

"What you're doing right now. You're trying to manipulate me into feeling guilty, so I stay out of those forests," I said. 

"That's not what I'm doing here," he argued. 

I slumped back in my chair and folded my arms in front of my chest. 

"Well, it sure feels like it. If you really want to know what I was up to today, dad, then I suggest you stop being so demanding. No teenage daughter wants to feel imprisoned or interrogated in their own home," I said. 

I then leant forward slightly to push the soup bowl away from me and hurried upstairs to my room.

I closed the door behind me and slumped down on the bed, for a few moments, until I heard a knock at the door. 

"Go away," I mumbled into a pillow. 

My father, I knew, wouldn't intrude, but I had a feeling he wasn't going to do as I had so eloquently requested. 

"Please don't shut me out, Ophelia. What happened today, honestly? I promise I won't be upset with you. I'm worried, yes, but I don't want that to ruin our relationship," he admitted. 

It was the most sensical thing he had said all evening. 

Though I was a little reluctant to do so, I got up from my bed and walked over to my bedroom door, to allow my father entry to my room. 

Once he was in my room, he sat down on a chair. 

I sat down on one a short distance away from him and watched as he sighed. 

"You panic too much," I said. 

"I know I do," he replied. 

"We both have anxiety, you know? You're not in it alone," I reminded him, "And I won't deliberately do anything that would put me in danger, dad. The forests are safe. Accalia's been going there for years and trust me...I know I can handle myself." 

At least, the wolf version of myself was certainly able to, even if the human one wasn't.

"I hate arguing with you," he said, "With anyone, for that matter, but especially you." 

"We're not arguing. I'll tell you anything you want to know," I said. Within reason. I just hoped that I wasn't going to regret offering to tell him things. "I know how important peace of mind is for you, though, dad. So, you know, I don't mind." 

He nodded and though I knew I was in for a round of questioning, I strangely felt prepared for it- as though the kiss with Accalia had suddenly given me a burst of confidence.