5-Daughter?

Roman POV.

Since I'm so bored, let me tell you a story about me, the story of how I came to live with my father, Ethan Black, a big badass wolf. Back when I was a puppy, just as small as Aurora is right now, I used to live in a pack with my mother and father, just like everyone else, but then our pack was attacked, it's not so uncommon, but fights happen between packs, between wolf and humans, it happens.

But this attack wasn't like any other attack, this one was different, we were attacked by vampires, the hate between the two species is real, we don't stand each other, we don't like each other, and we love to kill each other. Twilight is a very minor demonstration of the hate, we don't have treaty lines, instead, we have killed on sight policy, and the closest thing to a treaty we have is being allowed near us long enough before you are dead.

That's what my real father taught me, I might have been tiny, I might have been young, but I knew I shouldn't like vampires, I knew they were our enemies, and then things happened, and I became an orphan. I don't know what happened or when it happened, but it just did, mom told me to shift and hide, dad said to always be strong and then they were gone.

We weren't living in a big pack, we were only a couple family together, and we called ourselves family, my memory isn't the clearest of what happened back then, like I said I was only a child.

The next day Ethan came in along with his brother, alpha James, they were the ones to find me, and then Ethan decided to take me in, he didn't have kids and decided I would be his kid. He never had a mate, he's a lone wolf, and so taking care of me was the only thing that kept him alive, wolves need a mate but Ethan didn't have one, instead, he decided to take care of a child, call me his own and then raised me to be me.

Ethan didn't share my birth father's ideas, he doesn't believe that vampires are bad, he says they aren't so bad, not all vampires kill on sight, not all vampires are bad, just the rogue ones, just like there are rogue wolves. And when I asked about the ones who killed my family, Ethan explained things to me, and they weren't pretty not at all.

My family was one of the extremists, they believed in their hate toward the vampires until no pack would take them in, so they met with others like them, they are very similar to a cult, more of they are one, but no one would dare say that to my face. And their killers? People just like them, ones who don't believe in law or peace, everyone is below their species, even other members of their species.

I would love to lie and say I took that news in a good way and was very understanding, but I was taught not to lie, my anger issues showed themselves that day, I went crazy, I broke my bedroom, I ran out of the house and stayed in my wolf form for a whole week, just running like crazy, destroying anything on my way, I avoided any and all people, making sure to be away from the other wolves, humans, vampires, anything and all kind of living and breathing creatures.

I came back later and we never opened that topic ever again, vampires although some of them aren't hiding, the majority is, and they aren't all as bad as the ones who killed my family, the stories about vampires killing wolves, the last one that happened was over three hundred years ago, back when my family was killed.

I'm not a child, I'm an adult, well adult-ish in wolf years and age, and with dad, and yes I call Ethan my dad having enough of my anger issues and boredom, he sent me over to his brother's pack, the one where he's the alpha in hope that my alpha uncle and alpha cousin can tame me down, maybe they could talk me into going to puppies academy. Raphael found his mate that way, but my dad didn't find his mate that way, we aren't very loved in that academy, I'm Black now, and Blacks aren't welcomed there.

"Hello," I answered my phone, I was excited after seeing my father's name, maybe he was going to tell me it was time to get back home, I just hoped it would be time to go back home, I can't wait to be back home.

"Dad, I missed you," I lied answering the phone.

"Oh, that's so sad Romy, I'll be there by the afternoon," dad says through the phone.

"You will?" I ask him confused.

"Yes, someone very important is coming your way, keep her safe until I get there," dad says but who is he talking about?

"Who?" I say confused.

"My daughter," dad says.

"Dad, you don't have a daughter," I remind him, last I checked I'm his only adopted son, no other adopted kids, unless if he got one in my absence.

"I'll explain when I get there," dad says.

"Dad, just tell me one thing, did you adopt her in my absence?" I ask him wanting to be sure.

"You are my son Roman, now shut the fuck up, I'll be there in the afternoon," dad says, translation, this girl is his real daughter, maybe a bastard? But he would never leave her behind, no matter who her mother might be, maybe he didn't know she existed, anyway I'll keep her safe and sound until he gets over.

"Love you too, bye," I say ending the call, might have bad anger issues, but I'm not a bad person and my love is real, and I try not to be rude most days.