Daughter of Luka (LGBT+)

Forty-Two 🌑

At long last, I returned home, but my father was in no way shape or form amused by the matter of me being home so late.

I realised that it was two a.m. but I was alive and well! What more did he want from me? 

"I want an explanation," he told me, as I creaked on one of the upstairs floorboards. 

Damn it. I should have expected as much from him. 

"I won't demand answers from you, Ophelia, but you do make me worry sometimes," he said, "I'm getting frown lines from it." 

"Then you need to relax," I said. 

His eyes flashed with anger. 

Alright, so maybe that wasn't the best thing that I could have said. 

"Dad, I was out with Accalia. I was having fun. Just some good, old-fashioned, teenage fun," I told him. 

He folded his arms in front of his chest, before he spoke again. 

"That's what worries me," he said. 

"Dad?" I asked, as I waited for him to continue. 

"Are you doing drugs?" he asked me. 

"No," I said. 

"Drinking?" he added. 

God. Did we have to do this right now? 

"Yes, we're doing this right now," he spoke again, answering my unvoiced question. 

"Occasionally," I admitted. 

In situations like this, it was good to tell the truth. At least then there would be a chance that he would stop bugging me for answers. I loved my father but his curiosity would never cease, and it wasn't as though I could spring the whole wolf thing upon him any time soon- both literally and figuratively. 

"Fine. Dad, I'm a lesbian," I said. 

His eyes widened, then. 

"That's the big secret. I know that you've been wondering about it for some time, now, but I-" 

"What a relief," my dad said, releasing an easy laugh. 

I eyed him with suspicion, so he went on. 

"Here I was, worried about you being out partying or getting pregnant...now I don't have to worry about either of those things," he said, as a blissful smile came to fruition on his face. 

"Dad," I said again. 

"Yeah?" he asked. 

"I don't think being gay makes you exempt from partying," I informed him. 

He released a soft laugh. 

"I suppose not," he said. "So..." he continued, as his eyebrows raised a little, "Who's the lucky girl?" he asked me. 

I began to move in the direction of my bedroom. 

"We're not doing this right now," I said, though I turned to him before I could close the door, "I'll talk to you more about it tomorrow morning, alright?" I offered. 

He smiled. 

"Goodnight, kiddo," he said to me. 

I felt a little more at ease, as I said goodnight back to him and made my way into my room, immediately collapsing on top of my bed in a state of fatigue. 

In the morning, I had to come to terms with the fact that my life was never going to be normal again, if there was ever a point in time when I could refer to it as 'normal'. 

For starters, my father now knew that I was gay. He was likely to do the whole fatherly thing of bringing it up whenever he could, so he could ask his daughter about his future daughter-in-law, or something along those lines. 

Secondly, for the past few weeks, I had been a part of a world that was entirely different from anything I ever could have imagined. 

I was a wolf, in a world where wolves had access to magic to make them stronger, wiser, faster and a whole host of other things. 

The ones who had the main say in wolf magic were the leaders of the world, otherwise known as Luka, Accalia's father. 

And Accalia was the alpha female of the wolf tribe, who I was hopelessly infatuated with. 

Except, of course, I knew that recently my feelings for her had strengthened beyond mere infatuation. 

I had thought that my life was going to be normal at one point or another, but of course that had been completely flipped upside down. 

Thanks, mum. 

In a way, the whole wolf thing was sort of comforting. 

It reminded me that even though she was no longer around, she was still a part of my world and I was still a part of hers. A part of the wolf world. 

My phone soon began to buzz away, which practically dragged me out of my cloud of thoughts. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"I don't think I'm going to be at school today," the voice spoke. It was Accalia. 

My heart skipped a beat but soon sunk into my stomach. She didn't sound happy. 

"What's going on?" I asked her. 

"I just need some time to think," she replied. 

"Okay?" I replied, in a way of checking in on her. 

"Okay," she seemed to agree, though I wasn't entirely convinced by the simple utterance.

Accalia had a lot on her mind, which led me to have a lot on mine. 

Nevertheless, I knew that I was going to have to talk to her again later. 

I was going to have to, anyway, because she hung up on me. 

Damn it. 

I had decided that I was going to spend some time with Kate the previous evening, anyway, so I was still going to fulfil that. I just wished that Accalia was going to be there with us, too. 

"Who was that?" my father asked me, startling me. 

"Accalia. She just let me know she won't be able to hang out today, so I'm going to go to the cinema with Kate instead," I said with decisiveness. 

He nodded and didn't ask anything more on the subject, thankfully. 

I wandered into my room and got ready for the day ahead, and then wandered back outside to find Kate parked up waiting for me. 

"Is Accalia not coming?" she asked me, as I sat down in the passenger seat. 

"I don't believe so," I replied. 

"That's okay, we're going to have a good day regardless, Ophelia," she told me supportively, as she began to drive off down the road.