The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

2. Feeling Randier

Sethan POV cont'd:

The next morning, I woke up with my father sitting on top of my stomach and glaring down at me. I coughed like crazy as I pushed him off me. He'd literally nearly killed me awake.

Unfortunately, I can't say it was the first time. According to him, he needed to channel his inner kid once in a while or he'd grow old. None of it made sense because us werewolves didn't grow old like humans did. We took longer to age and sometimes grew backwards depending on our pack magic.

"Tag," he growled back, "Now you have to go wake up Maya." He scowled when I opened my mouth to ask for ten more minutes, "Don't make me burn your bacon." he threatened as he began to walk away.

I groaned and threw the sheet I had crumped off to the side over my head. I was shutting my eyes when it suddenly dawned on me that my father totally would burn my bacon just in spite. It was also a school day for Maya. With another lame groan, I got up, dressed and stalked out to do as he said. 

Since I was more adult than my father, I pulled the sheets from Maya instead of sitting on her. As I watched her stir, the cup of water on her night stand caught my eye.

"Your grandpa is making breakfast." 

Her eyes flickered open to mine and told me exactly how the day was going to go before she even opened her mouth, "Go away." I refrained from eye rolling and bent down to whisper loudly in her ear. I knew her stomach ruled her as much as mine did me. She was my daughter after all. 

"He says he's going to burn the bacon if we don't go down." Maya placed her pillow over the side of her face and I eyed the cup again when she didn't stir. What was that bit I said about being more mature than my father? "Isn't this what you wanted? More father daughter time?" I tried and she threw the pillow up at me as she shrieked. I smacked the pillow away and drizzled the rest of the contents of the cup over her head.

Her arms spluttered at her sides as she put together what was happening.

"What are you-Are you serious?" she barked, utterly outraged but rightfully so. I'd been ignoring all this time after all. Like her mother, she never forgot a grudge.

Maya reached out and I let her push me back to a safer distance. My daughter's hair was sticking up at odd ends while some strands slung to her face like wet seaweed. 

I bit back a grin, "You say that a lot." I drawled as my stomach growled.

"Get out of my room! Get out!" she screamed as she scanned her room for... ah shit. Maya tossed her alarm clock at me. I dodged, let it hit the wall and hightailed it out of there when I saw her reach for her textbook.

Unfortunately, I couldn't blame her mother for her violent tendencies. That apparently stemmed from me, werewolf temper and all. 

Maya glared at me all throughout breakfast and my father refused my suggestion of eating while watching a movie together. Irritated at myself, I snapped an apology her way and explained to her once more that pack matters took precedence. How many years have I been repeating the same thing? Still, how many times did she want me to text her a, how are you doing dear daughter, only to get a half-assed response in return? Was that really fatherhood?

"Liar. Grandpa told me he offered to send someone else." she lifted up an angry finger at me, "And that was three months ago! You've been back for how many days now?" Two days. I had taken a few detours before coming home to get lectured by dear dad. "I'm not stupid Sethan."

I recoiled, not because I'd been caught but because Maya only reverted to using my first name when she was seriously pissed off and about to resort to giving me the silent treatment. It was something her mother used to do and it drove me even more insane when Maya did it because she knew better. I preferred it when she threw things at me.