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.

for a while and

it. If he ends our relationship because of it, I will adjust and move

heart’s desires. If my father dies, then nothing will matter. Nikolas’s plan

and I rushed to the

would be the second time I would be throwing up. I began to suspect I might have caught something. Visiting the werewolf hospital was important. I knew the health care system

two hours after I had left them. They came to my room with food. None of them was chatty because they knew

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

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

not know what to do,” I answered Ania, tears streaming

my father. I have been suffering in silence. I am not happy about what he is facing, but this is just too much,” I said, and she

suffering in silence since Nikolas took charge. He had been cruel to my father,

dared not bring it up for fear that he might revoke all privileges. I also did not want it to

that

She was right.

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

well,” Lisa said, and I understood her reasons for asking. It was always wise to brace up for the

not know,” I

have any option at the end.

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

his grudge to make you happy,” Ania said; I know she was telling

sat on the couch, and when

was In Nikolas’s arms, and he was about to

placed me on the bed. I managed a