father of mine

"Sorry..." she mumbled, breathing in his familiar scent. "It's all a bit much. Sometimes I don't know which way is up, dad," Theo murmured, closing her eyes and relaxing for the first time in weeks. Her muscles didn't seem to remember how to unclench. She could be alpha and his daughter in the same breath. Although many things had changed, Theory was still the same little girl that had proudly won against him in one of her very first spars.

"How is Poem? Any news or leads on Motif?" she asked worriedly. After spending another moment enjoying his embrace, she pulled back and met his gaze. "It has been so hard without you. Without her. I'm struggling, Shaye is struggling... there is a strange new healer who I can't quite trust..." She groaned and closed her eyes. The volcano had shaken them all. "I just don't know if I'm doing the right thing. Like, ever."