The Unwanted 'Wolf'

Chapter 1 - Fathers, Daughters' First Love?

Looking through the window with red, piercing eyes, came into his sight was his daughter, who was running around about to go into the woods with a smile plastered on her face; her smile grew every step she took towards the woods. Looking at how his daughter seemed to be happy should make him feel happiness in his heart. But within his heart, he could only feel anger, depression, fury, and rage. He could feel the flames burning his heart and most of all; he could feel disgust swallowing his entire being.

Marvel growled as soon as he saw his daughter's feet stepped onto the ground of the woods, stopping his daughter's track. Adeline froze. It was as if she was rooted on the spot. She felt as if she was as immobile as a statue, a statue without balance. She was frozen, yes, but everyone could see just how shaking she was after hearing the growl of her father. She knew it. She knew that she was already trapped in a black hole as soon as her father let out that growl. Adeline turned her head to look over where her father's growl came from, and came into sight was her father, standing akimbo.

"Come here this instant!" another growl left Marvel's mouth and Adeline was no longer rooted to the ground of the woods as soon as her father's growl reached her ears. Adeline ran as fast as she could into the pack house, not caring that she had bumped into some of the pack members. She couldn't think straight; all she could do was to move her legs faster and faster.

Her legs finally ran at a much slower pace, until she came into a halt, and reached her hand out to knock the door, when her body felt numb, she couldn't move any parts of her body because of her mind. Her mind that couldn't stop imagining her father's fuming face, her mind that couldn't stop thinking what her father was ab0ut to yell to her about. All of those things her mind played with were soon interrupted by another growl from her father, as if he knew that she was right before his study room's door. Without thinking any further, Adeline pushed the door to her father's study room open, before she rushed toward her father, her head hung low so that she wouldn't be able to look into her father's burning eyes.

"How many times have I told you not to go out of the pack house?!" Marvel fired out to his daughter, pointing out of the window. Adeline could feel the hair behind her neck rose up upon her father's cold, loud and cruel voice, her hands shook by her sides, and the tears welling up in her eyes, that she couldn't even think of anything to answer her father. She couldn't even apologize. All she could do was staring down to her feet and tried to think of how beautiful the butterfly she chased before, struggling not to ponder about what would her father yell to her. But all of those efforts were useless because she knew she couldn't ignore what her father would say. She was left to nothing but to close her eyes as tight as she could, letting the tears in her eyes flow down her cheeks, and clenched
her hands into fists until her knuckles turned white.

"You are different, Adeline! You never shifted to your wolf form! If I didn't see you going into the woods, you would have been lost in the woods, right now. And what? Nobody will be able to find you. You don't have scent just yet, Adeline! See? I can't smell your scent; I can't even feel your presence, even if I'm looking at you finely, right now!" Marvel yelled as he moved closer to his daughter to sniff her hair, where a wolf's scent mostly came from but he couldn't smell anything but his own scent.

Adeline was a grown up nineteen years old girl, she looked normal and fine; for human. She wasn't near fine at all, as a wolf. Wolves were supposed to shift into their wolf forms by the age of eleven to twelve. By the time they first shifted into their wolf forms, they gain their scent and are ready to be trained as their pack's vision. And Adeline was considered as a cub, she didn't have her own scent, nobody could feel her presence until she has shifted to her wolf form (which she never knew when) and gain her scent. Until then, nobody can feel her around them, nobody. Wherever she goes, wolves would always talk about her being a child. They always assume that she was immature and she couldn't stand on her own two feet, to protect herself. And some of them would also say that she would never find her mate and her mate would never find her. And those 'wolves' includes her father.

"I'm sorry," after being muted for a long time, Adeline finally said something, which unfortunately was an apology. Every time her father give her talks and whatsoever, she could only apologize; which was never her fault, she never wanted to be born like how she was born. She always thought that her father would calm down if she apologized, even a little. But.those apologies never done anything but upsurge her father's anger.

"You're sorry?" Marvel scoffed before he raised Adeline's face by her chin, looking eagerly at his daughter's tears-wet face but he never cared about how wet his daughter's face because of him.

"Listen here, Adeline. Your sorry sounded so insincere. You're turning twenty soon, and you better learn how to get everything in control, especially how to control your emotion. When you're sorry, say it like you are," Marvel said as he let go of his hold on his daughter's chin before he turned his back to Adeline, going straight to sit on his chair. He stopped halfway when he heard his daughter's shaky voice.

"What have I done to you? What have I done to you to make you act so indifferent towards me? Why can't you just say something nice to me, just once? For my entire life, you've never said anything nice for me to hear. Every time you talk to me, you say nothing but to remind me of how different I am from the others. Can't you just treat me like Mia? Can't you just treat me like how a wolf is treated? Can't you treat me as your daughter?" the voice coming.out from Adeline's lips were shaky, as she kept on trying to.swallow the stone stuck in her throat, which refrained her from continue talking. She stepped forward, silently, wanting to feel the presence of her father near her. People say that a father is a daughter's first love but for Adeline, her father was not her first love. And she hoped to find her first love soon.

"Well then, I have nothing to say to that. But I have something I need to say to you," Marvel said, still back facing Adeline, and still didn't know how near he was with his daughter. The pause Marvel made was taken as a chance by Adeline to get her ready to accept whatever her father had to say. She took it as a chance to remind herself to ignore what her father had to say and refrain herself to not hate her father any more.

"Next week, we're having a party. For your birthday," and with that, Marvel continued his track to sit on his chair. Hearing those that came out of her father's lips, Adeline was left astonished. She didn't expect that her father would say something just fine to her. She wanted to smile but she couldn't smile when she rephrased what her father said in her mind. And one question popped in her mind.

'Why am I having a birthday party?'

It was going to be her first birthday party.