Chapter 98. Father

Eir’s POV

It had been surrealistic for a while, like I had fallen back into one of those dreams I used to have—that little happy girl and that massive black wolf. Slowly, reality snuck up in my head, and I recognized the wolf. The wolf dreamed about so many times and blamed my imagination, for I even explained it as being fury for a while. Obviously, his beast recognized me or liked me or something. He kept walking around me in circles while everyone else just watched in silence.

Brushing his thick fur against me, he sniffed my hair, neck, and even feet. It was weird, really, especially when I finally managed to relax and remember how to breathe again. I can’t claim I recognize him, not even his wolf, but Drifa does for some reason. She wasn’t even with me when I supposedly knew him, but still, she won’t budge. Drifa kept insisting that he was family, that this was our father, she recognized this wolf as her family, and I am still struggling with how to handle this.