The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0151

Thirteen Years Ago

It’s my 10th birthday! I’m so excited! Today is the day that I will get my wolf! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. Okay, it’s only 10 years, but it’s my whole life.

At any point today, I could begin to hear her, but I won’t be able to shift until after dusk. Because it’s a school night, we celebrated my birthday over the weekend with my friends and pack members. My father, the lead warrior of our pack, The Great River Pack, has taken tonight off so he and my mother can be with me during my shift.

My mom has kept me home from school today. She is a teacher and also took the day off to spend with me. We’re currently sitting at the table, eating my favorite breakfast, french toast.

“Angel, honey, you need to calm down. She’ll be here when it’s time. All wolves wake at different times of the day.” I’m bouncing up and down in my seat, barely able to contain my excitement.

“I know, but Mom, what do you think she’ll be like? Will she be like me? Will she like me?”

My father walks in, kissing me on top of my head. “Short stack, what’s not to like?” My father is a giant of a man. Six foot six inches, broad chest, solid muscle. I’m currently only five feet tall. Hence the nickname. My mother is a decent 5’9” so I’m hoping to hit a good growth spurt in a few years and maybe get to her height or taller.

“Thanks Daddy.” He smiles and sits down to have breakfast with us before heading out to training.

girls up

the woods. after Angel gets her wolf. Then because the birthday girl has requested pizza for her birthday dinner

breakfast getting up. He leans down to kiss my mom before coming back around and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Sounds like

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day! What time should I be home

her eyes since he kissed her. I hope to one day have someone to love the way they love each other. “We’ll

see you then. Take care of my girls.” He says as he heads out.

all kinds of camping equipment, some extra blankets to fight against the Minnesota

don’t get her. It happens sometimes. It’s rare, but it has happened that a person born of two werewolves doesn’t get a wolf spirit. As the day has gone on, I’ve gotten increasingly worried that I won’t get my wolf. What if the Moon Goddess doesn’t think I’m worthy? What if I did something to make her mad and now I won’t get

worrying for

and look at my mother. “What did you say?” My mother looks at me, then smiles. “I,”

she is saying. “Are you my wolf?”

wolf asks me. I start jumping up and down. “Oh my goddess, oh my goddess, oh my goddess.

into my eyes. Her eyes darken, her wolf, Rain, coming forward. “What is your name, little one?” My mother asks with Rain’s voice overlaying

my wolf push forward, wanting to answer. It’s a strange feeling, like I’m fighting myself for