The Werewolf/Dragon/Gornhi (Seven Tailed Fox)

The Second Phase of Healing

Geez, when will this pain be done and over with? I am getting sick and tired of these constant black outs. I did however, realize that I woke up in the same bed again. In the midnight blue room. I had a pounding headache, my stomach and throat hurt from throwing up earlier. I was very thirsty and extremely hungry. I had no idea when the last time I had actually had a good meal. Oh yeah, like never. I don't remember the last time I actually ate anything, quite frankly. I sighed a huge sigh. I sat up slowly, since I felt so weak. I hated feeling weak. I wanted to feel strong, to feel love. Would I ever feel like that? I have never experienced loved, in any way, so I wouldn't even know where to begin.

Being the punching bag, or the unmated wolves sexually relief, you don't experience it. I mean I haven't even been giving love from the one person that was suppose to protect me, my own father. So what would happen when my mate came? How would I know? I don't even understand what a mate even is. I was never schooled like normal wolves. I was taught by Dr. Sarah, and Sam how to read and right. They were the only ones that even taught me how to speak. If it weren't for them, I would be even worse then the dirt that people walked on.

They were my family I guess you could say. My own family never wanted me, so they were all I had. I am grateful for my father in a way. If Sam was never assigned to me to keep me from dying, when her mom wasn't needed, I would probably had died a long time ago. I looked down at my wrists, I sighed again. The scars there, some of them if not half of them were actually self inflicted with many attempts at suicide. Each time however, Sam would always find me just as I was finishing the cut. I got up out of the bed, and made my way to the bathroom. I needed some kind of release. I looked through all the cupboards, the drawers, everywhere for something sharp and came up empty. I sighed again.

"Looking for something?" a voice came from the bathroom door that led into the bedroom. I jumped, my heart started to race, I thought it was going to beat right through my rib cage. I slowly turned toward the voice and came face to face with none other then, my father? Oh my Goddess, what was he doing here?

I instantly, fell to my knees and bowed my head out of respect. "I I I" I couldn't find my voice. I was shocked to say the least.

My father sighed heavily, and I heard him walked toward me. His black socked feet came into my line of vision, he knelt down in front of me, placed his index finger gently under my chin, and forced me to look at him. I jumped when his skin made contact with mine. When I looked into his eyes, I actually saw some emotion that I have not seen since the day he gave me my necklace and letter from my mother. I saw sadness, guilt, hurt, and another emotion that I did not recognize. "My pup," he began, "things are going," he paused and took a deep breath in, as if he was trying to find the right words to say to me. "to change, between myself and you." he helped me stand, and slowly we made our way out of the bathroom back to the bedroom. We walked past the fireplace toward the door that was always closed so that I could not see what was behind it, we walked through it into what looked like a living room. I was taken aback.

"Alpha," I started to say, but my father cut me off.

"Call me dad, or daddy, if you like. Or you can call me father." I was so confused. Never in my 15 years have I been able to call him anything but Alpha.

"F-f-f-f-f-ath-th-ther, why a-a-a-are you be-e-e-e-ing nice?" I asked. It felt weird to call him father. However, a sense of peace, I guess came over me as I said it. That was going to take some time getting use to that's for sure.

My father sighed, "Lets sit down on the sofa and have a chat. Ok. I will do what I can to explain everything." I nodded my head and he led me to the sofa that was big enough for 3 people the size of my father. It was a mixture of dark and sky blues, like marble. There was a 2 seater and a over size chair to match sitting in front of another huge fireplace. It was the same as the one in the bedroom. However, the walls in here were not blue, they were a crème color. There was a table in the middle of the room in front of the sofa, 2 seater and the over sized chair. The chair was across from the 2 seater, where as the sofa sat across from the fireplace. More pictures lined the mantel and the walls, some art paintings were on the walls as well. On top of the fireplace there was a huge painting of the same picture that was in my locket around my neck. In the middle of the fire place mantle was an urn. I looked at my father, reaching for my necklace. Soft tears made there way down my cheeks. 'What is that in the middle of the mantle father?' I asked with my eyes, my father reached up and very softly removed my tears from my cheek. "That is your mother my pup. Her ashes are in that urn." He wrapped his big strong muscular arms around my petite frame of a body. The room was as big as the bedroom. My father then guided me to sit on the sofa, as I held my locket with both of my hands.

"Father," I asked.

"Yes my pup." he replied.

Not moving my face from his chest, I asked him, "Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you hated me." I was surprised that I didn't stutter. I slowly turned away from the portrait of my mother, and looked into my fathers eyes. Also to my surprise he had tears falling from his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him, at first he stiffened, but after a few moments, he leaned into the hug and returned it. That was the first time I had ever felt, dare I say it, safe? He tucked his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "You smell almost like your mother. Lilacs, and cinnamon was what she smelt like. You have vanilla to add to the mix. The perfect mixture of both your mother and I." I sighed into his shoulder, content.

I don't know how long we sat like that, but I didn't want to let go. Neither of us wanted to let go. The hug represented the past 15 years of neglect. The hug erased almost everything that I endured over those horrific nightmarish years. How was that even possible? Did my father actually love me? No, it's impossible.

Then I froze when my father said the words that I longed to hear my whole life, "I am truly sorry Dana-Jane, for the last 15 years. I should have never, picked that she-wolf over my own daughter. Goddess, you were my special gift from your mother, the only thing I had left physically of her. I wish I had seen that 15 years ago. I had blamed you for her death all these years, when it was really my fault she died." I pulled away as he spoke the last sentence. If I wasn't a werewolf, I wouldn't have heard his confession. He spoke barely above a whisper.

Wide eyed I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What what do you mean?"

He looked down, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. He sucked in a huge breath, looked up at me with guilt and pain in his eyes, "If I hadn't been out with another she-wolf, that night, she would have been alive today." he let out the breath he was holding. I was in complete shock! My mouth was agape my eyes widened, "I found out later it was a setup with the she-wolfs pack to distract me so they could kill you, and your mother. If it wasn't for your mother's strength that night, you would have been lost to me as well. You were just over a year old then. I never forgave myself for that mistake. When I got word from Beta John that we were under attack by rouges, and that the Luna was dead, I completely lost it. I asked him about you, he said, he didn't know. Because he could not find you."

He sucked in another huge sigh of air, and released it slowly running his hand threw his already messy hair. "This suite, was suppose to be yours, when you grew out of your toddler stage. Your nursey, was this room around you. I had it remodeled last week. The adjoining bedroom was your mothers and mine when you were a baby. Samantha told me how you imagined your dream room would look like, I didn't change the color in here, because your mother painted this room. I have not entered this room for over 14 years. Because your mother actually died right outside this very room in the hallway."

After my father recomposed himself he looked at me again, and continued, "One year to the day after your mother died, I found Cruella. She at first didn't mind you, she said she always wanted her own pups. But as time went on and she became pregnant with your brother, she started to resent you, and wanted nothing to do with you. At the time, I blamed you for your mothers death, so when Cruella gave me the choice, either her and our baby, and you were killed, or she would kill you herself, our son, the entire pack, due to her connections with her fathers pack and his allies, and she would leave, me alone to die by myself in the desert." he shook his head. "At the time, it was an easy choice for me to make, and when I was taking you out of the pack lands to kill you, Beta John convinced me to let you live, make you an omega, well less then an omega really, so that the unmated wolves, and anyone who needed to let off steam could use you." he let that sink in for a minute, never looking at me, but looking at my mother, he started bawling his eyes out like a baby, "I'm so sorry my love, my sweet boo bear! I failed you. I failed our daughter!! I don't deserve to live!!!"

Regardless, of everything my father just told me I grabbed him into a hug again, as he wrapped his arms around me, I started crying as my father wept on my shoulder, constantly apologizing to my mother and me. I didn't know what to say, so instead I just held him and we both wept. We wept for the lose of my mother, for the lost time we could of had. Just for everything.

After a long while we both composed ourselves, and looked at each other, with a new clean slate. "Father," I paused with a giddy smile on my face, "No daddy." I said. "It's nice to finally meet you. I have a couple of questions."

My father, giggled happily upon hearing my call him daddy for the first time. "Yes my beautiful daughter, ask me anything." he said.

I giggled and sighed contently, too long had I waited to hear him call me that, "First off, what are we going to do with... Cruella? I mean I know she will never be my mother or my step mother for a matter of fact. But will she be punished? Was she apart of the other she-wolfs pack that had mom killed? Where is Beta John? What will happen to him? What will happen to all of the other unmated wolves of this pack? Also, did you say this room, and the bedroom, and the bathroom is all mine? Are we in the pack house?"

My father started to laugh, "Whoa whoa whoa there little pup. One question at a time. For right now I will only answer the last two questions, the rest we can discuss later." He shook his head, "Just like your mother. When she had questions, she would fire them off just like that." He laughed again. "As for this room, yes it is all yours my beautiful little pup." He pushed my hair behind my ear affectionally.

"No were are not in the pack house. We are actually in your mothers house that I had built for her just before we got married. It was my wedding gift to her. There are 4 more rooms just like this on the same floor. It is a 3 story house, complete with a full basement with a rec room. I will take you for a tour when you are feeling better. Your brother and sister have also moved in here to be here for you so you are not alone. Samantha has also moved in here. And the final room is mine, for when I need to get away from everything. There is a library, 2 offices, on the second floor, along with 3 of the 4 rooms. My room is the complete 3rd floor. The main level of the house is a family room, living room, a huge kitchen, your mother loved to cook and bake so I gave her a commercial kitchen. Meaning I gave her a kitchen that should be in a restaurant."

He laughed at the memories that he shared with her. "Like I said," he shook his head, and continued "I will give you the grand tour later." He leaned in with a twinkle in his eye, "Cruella doesn't even know this house exists. I made her move into the pack house. For years she's been begging for a house of her own. She'll never get one." he threw his head back and laughed. I laughed to, knowing that this was the start of something beautiful.

After a few minutes of us laughing I reached out to place my hand of my father's arm. He stopped laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes, he placed his hand on top of mine and looked into my eyes, with love. "Daddy, can I ask one more question please?" He just nodded his head patting my hand with his. "What was my mother like?".

My dad's face brightened, his eyes sparkled, his smile was the biggest I had ever seen on anyone. "Well my pup, I'm really glad you asked."