We finished our showers and got ready to leave as soon as I silently made that promise. We didn't say another word to each other until we were at the entrance of the building, and Caroline looked at me expectantly as if she was waiting for me to lead her to wherever it was we needed to go first.
"Ok," I said and clapped my hands together. "I think that the first thing we need to do i-"
I stopped talking as soon as I heard something, and my heart grew still and became filled with pain and sadness.
Mom...
My heart skipped a beat before it started to pound harder and faster in my chest, leaping into my throat while a wave of emotions washed over me, and a shower went down my spine while my mouth grew dry.
Oh Goddess... please, no, not yet. I didn't need her to save the day yet. I was just getting started to protect everyone...
Caroline furrowed her brow and cocked her head. A look of worry and fear flashed through her eyes while she looked at me as if she was afraid as to why I had stopped saying anything else. "Ky?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is it? What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"Where's that coming from?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper and not answering her question while I looked around before I looked at her with tears filling my eyes. "Where is that voice coming from?"
Caroline frowned and furrowed her brows further. She bit back a small frown and slowly blinked while she stared at me, studying me further. "What voice?" she asked, as if she was oblivious to the voice of my mother filling the air around us. "What are you talking about?"
"Mom," I said, and my bottom lip started to quiver while another wave of emotion washed over me. I took a deep, shuddering breath and released it with a shaky whoosh, silently praying that I wasn't hearing the voice of my mother.
No matter how much I yearned for her to be here with me...
"Why do I hear the voice of my mom here? Where is it coming from?"
Was this a dream or a nightmare, something evil and telling me that I was not home and I would not be home for a long, long time..?
Realization dawned on her face, and she shook her head. "Don't worry about it, Ky," Caroline said before she cleared her throat and shifted on her feet. The new Red Wolf bit the inside of her lip and grabbed my arm as if she was afraid I would leave and go explore the reason as to why I heard my mother's voice. "She isn't here. I promise."
"Then why do I hear her voice?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Pan and sadness filled my body, and my heart yearned for the answers that she seemed to hold.
Caroline smiled sadly and shook her head. "Again, don't worry about it, Ky," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and licked her lips, hesitating ever so slightly as if she was afraid of what I would see if I kept pushing for her to take me to the sound. "It's none of your concern."
I looked toward the area where the sound of my mother talking was coming from, and my heart ached and yearned for the comfort that her voice gave me. "But..." I said before I looked at her with tears pricking the corner of my eyes, and my bottom lip started to quiver further. "Mom..."
Caroline bit back a small smile and slowly nodded. Pain and sadness flashed through her eyes while she stared at me sadly. "I know," she said, with a small hum in her voice. "I hope you can forgive me."
I bit back a tired sigh while I shook my head and pursed my lips in annoyance. "I do," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I forgive you." I licked my lips and turned to look that way before I looked at her, growing serious. "Come on, let's go check on the others since you won't let me see what that noise is going on over there." I gestured toward the other way where the voice of my mother was coming from, and my heart and soul yearned to go that way, even though I didn't listen to them.
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The Red Wolf's Daughter (Book 3 Part 2: The Making of the Siran)
WerewolfI was transported to a time where the old red wolf was killed, and a new one doesn't know what to do. I was transported to a time where I was not known by the people that I considered family, having to lean on myself and try to fix something that wa...
