The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0139

After I dropped Cara off at her room, I went to speak to my father. He is as concerned as I am about the potential for a coming war that Ailduin referenced. We will have to meet with our allies and determine if there is anything we have overlooked. While it is possible that this is the first time that two Guardians have actually been fated mates, as werewolves, we are a violent species, constantly fighting for power, land, strength. It makes sense that the Moon Goddess knew that a war was coming and was preparing us for it.

The next morning at breakfast, we begin making preparations to head home when Clint surprises us all. “Ailduin has invited me to stay and I’m going to take him up on his offer.”

“What do you mean? For how long?” Cara asked.

“He would like to chronicle the lives of your mother and I, or more specifically, Andra and Donovan. I have decided to stay and help to put that information into history. Your mother deserved that. She deserved to be recognized for what she did.”

“As do you.” My father chimes in. I had noticed that while Clint was speaking Ailduin was watching my father. Did he still think my father would deny Clint staying here? I guess given his history, he would. But I know my father. He loves Clint like a brother and Cara like a daughter. He will treat them as family, not as a commodity to hold on to for his own gain. My father is an honorable man.

becomes too humble, let me know, I’ll tell

nearly an adult and I know you can take care of yourself, but Anders will be checking in on you.” He looks over at me. “And I know Rik will be

gone?” She asks him. I can

definitely be home for your birthday. I expect you to continue to train, go to school and make good

and we grab our bags, ready to leave. We thank Ailduin, my father reiterating that we would like to rebuild our alliance. I think this weekend has gone a long way towards

have to run

that we entered through. Once we pass through the gate, the glamor returns

back at full strength. We howl our arrival just before crossing the borders and head straight to the pack house. My father disappears and I don’t expect to see him or my mother again for the rest of the night. We’ve arrived in time for lunch

over to your house. Or would you rather

around the pack house. “I think I’d rather stay