“So, let me get this straight. You were attacked by a wolf only known in folklore and you survived? And you rejected your mate?” My father rubbed his temples, an action he often did while stressed. I wasn’t quite sure if it was due to the attack or the rejection.
“Poppy.. why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” He looked up at me with sadness in his eyes. I didn’t want him to think that I intentionally hid it from him.
“I was incredibly sick from the attack. And I only rejected him today. You were the second person to know. Jacob was there when it happened.”
I watched my dad as he sat leisurely on his tall lounge chair. Jacob and I were both sitting on the mustard coloured couch. The walls of the living room were adorned with family photos that made me feel incredibly nostalgic. I f
