Savage

Waking up feeling more clear-headed than I have in god knows how many days. I feel a shift in the room. It's as if the very air around us has changed, like a veil has been lifted. I look up and see a new presence, a tall, imposing figure standing at the door. It's my father.

“Hello, daughter,” he says, his voice deep and ominous. “I see you've found your mates.”

I swallow hard, trying to process what I'm seeing. My heart races, fear and uncertainty filling ...