Forged in the Flames by Karima Sa'ad Usman

I had never been so scared in my life. My heart was thumping while I walked towards Nikolas’ room. I dreaded how he would react to my request. I wished it was a lot simpler than this. I fought my tears and tried to compose myself.

I entered the room and sat to think of how I would table the matter before Nikolas. Since he took over the pack, I had dared not discuss my father with him. After speaking to Isabelle, I realised he had separated his dealings with me from my father.

It was easy because I did not get involved with how he ran the place or treated my people. I was on my best behaviour and did my best to please so my people would have an easy life.

I did not plan to fall in love and hope for a future with him, it all happened in the process, and we have been building our relationship gradually. I was worried that discussing this issue with Nikolas would cause a setback. He wasn’t the type to be driven by emotions. His love for me would not make him bend where my father was concerned. I knew I was in trouble. It would be wrong to sit in silence while my father wasted away.

“We have to talk to him about it,” Raven, my wolf, said while I sat on the couch to think of what to do.

“Our mother is gone; we can’t afford to lose father too,” She said, and tears streamed down my cheek because she was right. If I hold my tongue and refuse to speak out of fear and my father dies in the process, I will forever blame myself and hate myself for my cowardice. I would also harbour resentment towards Nikolas and not feel the same anymore. If I dared to speak to him about it, he might take offence and end our relationship. Other than his scent, nothing is connecting us. His mother would support and help him with his resolve, and that would be it. My father would still be worked to death.

I might not blame myself in that scenario, but I would still be broken.

The best case was that he listens and sees reason, and that scenario was the least likely.

Nikolas’s hatred ran deep, and meeting Isabelle, I could see that it was in his blood to hate so deeply.

He would not let my father off the hook.

Qusack was his closest friend and had his back always. If he could decide not to listen to Qusack, then who was I to talk to him about it?

The dilemma was so profound that all I could do was weep.

I remembered the image of my father lying on the bed and wondered how much more he could take before he finally gave up. He was at his best every Saturday, hiding his problems from me. Today I saw him in his true condition, and it broke my heart.

and soon decided to be

to Nikolas about it. If he ends our relationship

that he would break my heart. My father’s life was more important than my heart’s desires. If my father dies, then nothing will matter. Nikolas’s plan to change the law would mean nothing to me because

whole issue made me feel sickly, and I rushed to the bathroom to

hospital was important. I knew the health care system was

after I had left them. They came to my room with food.

the food tray on the table and sat beside me on the couch, where I had been since I showered. I had sat there waiting for Nikolas to return. I knew I wouldn’t see him until nighttime, but I sat there gathering the courage

plating the food, and I told her not to. The smell bothered me, but I could not tell her that. I know they had prepared the meal with love. It would be insensitive of me to tell them the food stunk. I told her I had no

I answered Ania, tears streaming down my

suffering in silence. I am not happy about what he is facing, but this is just too much,” I said, and she held me so I

had been cruel to my

all privileges. I also did not want it to seem like I was trying to exploit our relationship

bring it up, especially now that you know his

She was right.

have been easier if he wasn’t Mathia’s son. I would have braved it, but knowing who he was and

I understood her reasons for asking. It was always wise to brace up for the worst outcome

not know,” I said, wiping

would have any option at the end. He has the

it as if you want to control him. Even his mother, whom he loved so much

said; I know she was telling the truth, but I had come to understand that Nikolas wasn’t the type to be controlled by his emotions. He knew how to separate

alone. I sat on the couch, and when sleep

arms, and he was

asleep on the couch.” He teased me and placed me on the bed. I managed a weak smile and sat