The Wolf Girl

Chapter Twenty

Molly's POV

"Well," The Dreaming Wanderer sighs. "There are only about two and a half weeks for you to decide what you want to do about your father." She stares out the window. "I suppose time really flies."

"It does," I agree, following her gaze to the outside world. A bird perches on a nearby tree branch. It tilts its head before flying off, completely free. Unlike me; I am a complete prisoner at this camp.

"I want to find my dad," I say calmly. The Dreaming Wanderer looks at me in surprise.

"You're not joking around with me, are you?" she asks.

"Of course not," I reply. She lets out a light laugh.

"Well, that's a relief," she admits. "I thought I'd have to force you to come along if you chose not to go."

I smile a tiny bit. "I've thought about it," I murmur. And I have. Some nights, I lie there, tossing and turning as I think about The Dreaming Wanderer's offer to find my father. One night, Starlight had been out of her gem. I cuddled with her as I thought it over.

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"Molly?" Starlight whispers softly.

"Hm?" I sigh, keeping my eyes closed.

"Are you thinking about your dad again?" she asks.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Why?"

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to see him after ten years?" she asks. "I know how you feel about wanting to see him. I understand that. But you haven't seen him in such a long time. Are you sure you're emotionally ready to see him after ten years of believing that he has been dead?"

"Starlight," I mumble sleepily, "I don't even know if I will end up going with The Dreaming Wanderer to find him."

"I know. I just don't want you getting hurt if we end up going."

  "Well, thank you for caring." I hug her tighter.

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  One night, I decided that I missed my father too much. I needed to find him and see if he really was dead. If he was really gone. Or if he was alive, though in danger, like The Dreaming Wanderer says. I know that I have to see him for myself.

  "Dreaming Wanderer?" I whisper.

  "Yes?" she asks, her mask still muffling her voice and making her sound like a man.

  "I know this may be a bit too much to ask for, but can we bring that girl along? Bella?" I ask hopefully. She looks up at the ceiling, deep in thought for a moment.

  "I suppose," she replies quietly after a minute. "I want Zack to come, too. I need to observe him and see why his aura is so dark."

  "Doesn't everyone have a somewhat dark aura?" I ask.

  "Not constantly," she answers. "And normally, if you aren't a demon or constantly negative, the aura isn't even that dark. His seems to be there most of the time, and it's not very dark. But it is more evil than it should be for an angel."

  "So you're saying he's not an angel?" I ask.

  "Well, he could be something else," she sighs. "But I'm not sure yet."

  Fear creeps through me. "Very well, then," I murmur.

  "Don't worry," The Dreaming Wanderer says. "It's not determined as of yet. He could just be an angel with negative feelings. He could be angel with a bit of demon mixed somewhere into his blood. Molly, as of yet, I'm not going to tell you anything to get your hopes up or to tell you anything that could frighten you."