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As the hours passed, the sun finally made its appearance. Abigail got out of bed and came to join me in the living room.
"Mommy, is everything okay?" she asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yes, little girl. Why do you ask?" I replied, trying to reassure her.
Abigail is a perceptive child. She can sense when something is wrong. She shrugged, not usually one to keep asking questions, but this time she persisted.
"I just feel like... something is wrong," she said.
Just then, I caught the scent of werewolves from my father's clan. I looked towards the door and walked over to it, opening it to find three men standing there, one holding a severed head by its long black hair. The sight shocked me with its brutality.
"Do you know him?" one of them asked.
Wide-eyed, I rushed over to Abigail, who was hiding behind the couch. The scene was terrifying, with blood flowing from the severed head.
"Abigail, please go to your room and close the door," I instructed firmly, locking eyes with her.
She nodded and ran upstairs, the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut echoing through the house.
"You should be more careful. I have a child at home! Don't show up with a severed head on my doorstep!" I scolded them, crossing my arms and speaking with anger.
"She's a wolf, like us. You should worry less because soon she'll be doing the same as us. So... did you know him or not?" one of the men retorted.
I looked down, then replied, "I have no idea who he is."
Although I didn't recognize him, there was something familiar about him. I glanced into his half-opened eyes and realized they were amber, which I knew could turn yellow in the right light.
"That wolf was from Corey's clan. The area is safe now, but we need you to stay vigilant. It's possible he's looking for... you know..." he explained.
I remained silent. It was highly likely that Corey was searching for his bastard daughter and the deserter Sarah, who was already dead.
The wolves left, leaving me alone with my daughter once again. I hurried upstairs and opened the bedroom door. I saw Abigail hiding under the bed and took a deep breath, sitting on the floor to look at her.
"Come here, princess. As long as I'm alive, nothing will hurt you," I assured her.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked, climbing into my lap and hugging me tightly.
"I'm sure I'll do my best to protect you for the rest of my life, Abigail. You are the reason for my happiness... I will always do my best to take care of you."
We smiled at each other, finding solace in the moment of tranquility.
Once Abigail had calmed down, I left her playing in the room and went to make lunch. I took the deer meat out of the fridge and started preparing it, relishing in the delicious aroma that filled the house. I stepped out into the garden, plucked fresh herbs to enhance the flavor of the meat, and returned to the kitchen.
While washing the dishes, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window's reflection. I am a woman with red hair, green eyes, and very pale skin. My chin is defined, and the contours of my face are subtly visible. My lips are a vivid shade of red. If I had black hair, I might resemble Snow White. Lost in my own reflection, I suddenly noticed a figure passing behind me, causing me to drop a plate.
Filled with terror, I turned away from the reflection and started hurriedly walking around the house, searching for the figure that had passed behind me. Panic consumed me as I called out for Abigail, hoping to find her safe and unharmed.
"Abigail? Abigail?" I called out, my voice trembling as I moved through the house.
With each step, fear tightened its grip on me, and my heart raced in my chest. As I reached the top of the stairs, I felt a surge of dread wash over me. Something was terribly wrong.
I pushed open the bedroom door, and what I saw sent chills down my spine. A wolf, with its menacing presence, had cornered my daughter against the wall. It sniffed her, its gaze fixed on her vulnerable form.
Fear and protective instinct took over me. Without hesitation, I rushed towards the wolf, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I shouted, my voice laced with desperation and determination.
"Get away from her!" I cried out, my voice filled with fierce resolve.
The wolf turned its gaze towards me, its amber eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and hostility. I stood between the wolf and Abigail, shielding her with my body. Though fear pulsed through me, a fierce determination to protect my daughter overpowered any hesitation.
In that tense moment, a deep growl emanated from the wolf, revealing its sharp fangs. It took a step towards me, its intention clear. But I refused to back down.
I raised my hand, summoning the primal power within me. A surge of energy crackled in the air as my body transformed. My human form shifted into that of a powerful she-wolf, matching the wolf's predatory presence.
Now standing face to face, we locked eyes. It was a battle of wills, a clash between two powerful beings. I would not let this wolf harm my daughter.
With a sudden burst of speed and agility, I lunged at the wolf, teeth bared and claws extended. A fierce battle ensued, the sounds of snarls and growls filling the room.
In this primal struggle, my determination to protect Abigail fueled my every move. I fought with all my strength, driven by the love I held for my daughter. And in that fight, I knew I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
As the battle raged on, the room transformed into a battleground, the walls echoing with the sounds of our struggle. The outcome was uncertain, but I fought relentlessly, refusing to surrender.
Abigail watched with wide eyes, a mix of fear and awe. She witnessed her mother's transformation and the unyielding strength she possessed. In that moment, she realized that she, too, carried that same strength within her.
Together, we faced the wolf, united in our determination to protect each other.
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