My souls whisper

Her father had faith in her, but Aslatiel didn't have faith in herself. Not remotely. She believed that she would fail. She knew that she would fail. Asla wasn't sure if she wanted to be like the rest of the wolves in the world. Honestly, she liked the darkness within her. That's where she was most comfortable. Perhaps she would change as she got older, but she would need to work on it.

Sirius kissed her nose and she cuddled up close to him, curling herself into a little ball. He called her his little star just as he always had. It seemed that he still believed in her even after she told him that she was a bad wolf. "I'm tired, papa." All of the mental anguish was taking its toll on the Fatalis girl. She'd been spending a lot of her time sleeping in the pile of bones that she'd amassed. Asla hadn't wanted to sleep with the rest of her family for a while now. She needed space. Today, however, she could do with having family around.