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Zyzys mama
Zehesis's mate Lore I stand at the edge of the sun-dappled glade, the verdant expanse of our home nestled at the foot of the towering mountain. The air carries the scent of damp earth and pine needles, infused with the myriad whispers of life clustering in the emerald shadows. Here, in the the forest, I guard my secrets, buried deep under layers of loyalty and love.
It was a cool autumn day when I first crossed paths with Zehesis. The pack had just finished a successful hunt, and the air reverberated with the sounds of celebration and howls. I stood at the periphery, my heavy frame outlined beneath the golden light, an unlikely moon against the warm sun, the rough edges of my appearance often belied by the fierce strength of my spirit.
Zehesis, with his graceful, silken pelt and those gem-like eyes that seemed to peer into the very depths of one's soul, drew the attention of my eyes to him. As the party unfolded, I felt an inexplicable tug towards him, an urge that burgeoned in my chest like a flame. He was a rogue, an outsider to our pack, yet he moved with a confidence, charming in his effortless ability to thrive.
Our gazes met across the clearing, and the world melted into a haze. For a fleeting heartbeat, it was just him and me. Curiosity blossomed into attraction, and before I knew it, we were sharing quiet conversations on the outskirts, laughter spilling like river water between us despite the cautious whispers of the winds. They saw my burgeoning feelings as a weakness, warnings lurking in the gentle curve of their advice that I was too reckless, too enamored.
Despite my concerns, my heart knew what it desired. Under a tapestry of stars, we found solace in each other's company. One fateful night, passion ignited and enveloped us in the fire of our souls, forever entwining our fates.
Yet, that night forged a more profound bond...one that would haunt me incessantly.
I discovered I was pregnant weeks later, my body transforming, blooming like a concealed flower beneath the weight of the secret I dared not share. I couldn't unveil the truth to my pack, not even to the wolves I considered my closest companions. They were fiercely loyal, but there was a legacy I feared would sprout in the eyes of our future. Zehesis bore a lineage stained with infamy; his father's eyes, reminiscent of dark promises, loomed like a specter in my mind. Our daughter would possibly inherit those same, haunting hues blended with the shadows of her father's ancestry.
My heart twisted painfully at the thought, and defensive instincts took hold. It was easy to sever the connections, Ezequiel's adoration felt suffocating, Metis's trust a tether I was unwilling to break. I wrapped my heart in shadows, refusing to look towards the future that beckoned for my daughter, Zyaris. I cast her aside, for her father to raise. Not out of disdain, but from a deep-rooted fear of what she might become.
Zyaris was born under the canopy of the heartwood oaks, a beautiful wisp that reminded me unflinchingly of my own youthful soul and her resemblance to her father. As she grew, traces of my essence mingled with the allure of his mesmerizing gaze, but I stubbornly steered my heart away, assuring myself of her inferiority, a lost thread in a tapestry of fate. Nobody would dare to question me; the shadow of my wrath sealed the lips of any wolf foolish enough to voice concerns about the resemblance.
But as time lapsed, Zehesis's restlessness festered. He became a whispering reminder in the back of my mind, haunting me with questions, desires, and ultimately disappointments. Eventually, one moonless night came when he, too, abandoned Zyaris. The pull to his rogue nature was too tempting to resist, and like the tide, he receded from our lives, leaving Zyaris at the boundaries of my pack, where my heart quaked in anguish.
When dawn broke over the horizon, Guardian Circe and herbalist Izanami were the ones to find her. I watched from the shadows, my heart a wild, raging beast, anxiety mixing with a surge of guilt. What would they think? My daughter, abandoned, a reflection of felonious blood. I continued to hide in the embrace of the forest, assuring myself that the resemblance would fade, like shadows merging into the light, a futile attempt to convince my own heart.
I continued to watch as my daughter grew within the pack, her and Metis shared a strong connection in which I both envyed and cherished. Always from a distance, never nearing too close, I praised my sweet girl in silence. She was an unstoppable force, always going beyond expectations. She was destined to lead, and everyone knew it. That was confirmed when Izanami revealed a prophecy, one that I wished would never be sealed as all of my secrets and deceit would have been for all but nothing.
But fate has a way of weaving threads I wished were frayed and torn. The night of Zyaris's coronation to become the next leader, Zehesis returned. Standing tall at the pack's edge, he drew in breaths sharp as the mountain air, and announced to all that he and I were indeed the true parents of our future leader.
Shock rippled through the grove, my friends gasping, disbelief twisting the atmosphere as Ezequiel's face blanched. I felt the world cease to turn for a moment. With a heart struggling between flight and fight, I stepped forward, my spirit caught in a whirlwind of indignation and terror. My eyes darted to Zyaris, who now for once was completely focused on me, her gaze a mix of shock and sorrow. My own mirrored hers but only filled with regret and apologies.
"Why?" My voice crashed through the hush, demanding answers but mostly pleading for understanding. "Why return to unravel our truths, our secrets?" My attention now on Zehesis, confusion evident.
"You can't deny her power, Neme, Zyaris is meant to lead. You've hidden her from the world, but she and I are bound by blood."
In that moment, as Zyaris stood between us with all the defiance of her lineage glowing in her piercing gaze, I understood that while I might try to forge my own path through the shadows, she would thrive not in their confines, but as a beacon upon the mountain, a true leader.
My heart lay exposed in the open air; the fear of my decisions seared my soul. And yet, as I gazed into her eyes, I realized that the weight of my secrets and my shame didn't need to defined me. The ghost of my fears could no longer imprison my child; I could not hide from a truth that had always belonged to her.
"Perhaps," I murmured, the sunlight spilling golden dreams across my heart, "it is time to step into the light."
And with that we watched as our daughter ascended the mountain to claim her right, Zehesis at my side, where he belonged. But could we move on from this and finally be a family?
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