Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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Various mysteries and questions raced through everyone's minds, but they were just about to voice their concerns when a boisterous slam echoed through the air, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance of the mansion. A five-year-old version of Dorothea bolted out, a massive grin lighting up her face, as she kicked off her shoes and headed into the forest barefoot, her energy palpable.
Dorothea couldn't help but giggle at the sight of her younger self, before she, too, moved to follow the child, with the rest of the group trailing behind. The scene transformed into an exhibition, unfolding at the edge of a towering cliff. The entire group stood frozen, watching as the innocent young Dorothea peered down from the immense height, a contemplative expression on her face.
"Please tell me she isn't going to do what I think she's going to do," Dean's voice broke the silence, his concern evident. His words were met with collective gasps as young Dorothea took a few steps back before sprinting off the edge of the cliff, disappearing from view.
"Oh my God!" The crowd shouted in unison, panic spreading among them. The few who remained calm, observing the scene with practiced ease, were Dorothea and Jasper. Dorothea watched with an air of nostalgia, enjoying the memory, while Jasper's gaze was intently focused on every detail of the scene, absorbing all of it with tenderness and a sense of pride for his mate's childhood bravery.
"Are you crazy, Thea?! You could have died! If there hadn't been any water underneath, you would have been dead!" Paul and Jacob's frantic voices broke through, their worry loud and clear.
"Huh, but it's fun! You and the wolves have done it. I'm sure the pack agrees," young Dorothea shot back defiantly, still smiling as she remained in the water, a reckless joy in her actions.
"Yeah, but not for a five-year-old!" Paul growled, his frustration evident, though it didn't faze the young girl. She pouted at their reprimands, her usual unbothered attitude still fully intact.
As the scene shifted, they found themselves at the bottom of the cliff, where the child emerged from the water, drenched but still smiling like the experience had been the best thing in the world. She bounced around, her enthusiasm unstoppable, as she yelled, "Again! Again!"
The rest of the group exchanged glances, some frowning, others looking on helplessly at the fearless, adventurous child. Yet, despite their concern, they couldn't deny the spark of courage that had remained with Dorothea throughout the years.
The scene shifted once more, showing the young Dorothea repeatedly throwing herself off the cliff, without a care in the world, while the others in the group began to laugh at how energetic and childlike she had been. The image of a fearless young Dorothea was something everyone would never forget, and they couldn't help but see the same qualities still alive in her, albeit more controlled, in the present.
