Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

Is a mistake from the Moon Goddess 17

Chapter Seventeen

"How did it go today?" My father nudged me to a seat across from him and waved to an omega. She brought in the plates. "Thank you Manda."

"Thank you Manda." I smiled up at the girl, and she ducked her head, then left. I turned back to my father. "It went as well as expected."

"Which wasn't good at all." I pointed to him and nodded.

"Exactly."

"What happened?" He dug into his food, and I told him about the day.

"We started with running, and even those that had already shifted were..."

"Weak?" my dad threw out while waving his knife around.

"Pathetic." I countered. I cut into my steak and nearly moaned with the first mouthful. "They barely made it two laps before they were huffing. Then I called them over, and we started to talk about what was going on."

"And..."

"And then some girls were giving us push back about commanding other wolves. So I made a point."

point?" My father focused fully on me and I grimaced. He might

wanted to hide behind the council, but then balked when I told them that what they were doing was against our laws, too." I growled out, thinking about what they said. "So I commanded

weren't?" My dad

left them jumping until

"How many threw up?"

whispered the last part.

darling. I gave you free rein of the women and I meant it." I picked

looked at him. "I don't understand what I am even

plate away. "Figure out the way you

the way

"If I tell

than not, my way won't work as well for you. You might cripple you magic. Forge your own path and bond with your own magic to reach your full

don't know if it will matter."

me, it will." My dad shook his head. "Once you create your own bridge, I can teach you my way, and you will feel the difference. You will see how much it will the your hands and

"How do you know?"

Chapter Seventeen

grandmother would taunt me day in and day out. And I hated it. But once I was able to do it, she taught me her way, and the power was a mere trickle compared to the roar of my bridge." I watched as my dad's eyes grew misty. "I miss that

"Your grandma?"

she you. But witches, they don't live as long as us, and she was already old by the time I came

"She died?"