Novel & Cerita I'll Be The Warrior Mother

“ Yes, I ‘m fine. How is everyone?” “We all good it just we heard a howl then everything starting shaking. Are you in danger?” “ No, but I would need for you to come to the room immediately” “ I’m on my way love” He said, closing the link. I look to see Warrior looking at my mother with hate in his eyes. He had that look like he wanted to rip her head off. I had to intervene before it gets ugly. “Don’t Warrior, I already forgiven her for what she did to me. I’m fine now”

She wouldn’t want that for her child, but she’d also wanted her child to live and be a beacon of change if necessary. Where had the warrior in her gone? Where was her bloodthirst? The almighty warrior brought to her knees by a mere child — their child. Did motherhood change a shewolf?

“I want to stay here, with you.” She smiled; it was bittersweet. “You are as precious as the day I left you,” she whispered. “I want you to be with me, dear, in paradise, but alas, your battles are not fully won. You have yet to bring those who have wronged you to justice.” Her voice hardened. “You have yet to make them bleed and beg beneath your feet as you deliver to them the fate that they deserve.” Suddenly, it was not my mother speaking but the warrior that she once had been. “It is on your shoulders to make them pay for every slight, for every injury, and for every life that they have ripped away. It is your destiny.”

I said, defending myself. "Leave, if I had left I would have been a laughing stock," she said. "And so, what's bad about that, the matter won't have stayed long, you could have simply done that and saved your health, but no, you decide to endanger yourself," I snapped at her. "If you don't know, I used to be a beta and we don't run away from a fight," she claimed. "How does it connect?" I asked. "Well, it's the same thing, I started it and I couldn't just run away, it would be a disrespect for who I used to be,"

20 - Elara “We’ll run another in two hours, get some sleep.” I call out to the five warriors in front of me. They groan, and I understand their frustrations, but I don’t care. My mother is now in a coma. The healers had to put her under because she was out of her mind every time she opened her eyes. Screaming and thrashing, pulling at her hair, wild eyes not seeing anything around her, but whatever her brain was showing her turned my sweet docile mother into a raving, violent lunatic. My father is a mess, I have taken on all of his responsibilities now. He can’t leave her side, he’s too distracted and will get himself or someone else hurt. I turn to walk away, hopefully I will get a little r

" You must realize that you are the daughter of the Alpha. I know you have the _" " Mother , " Audrey cut her off, " being the daughter of the alpha does not make me any different from all of those men. They are like me, all of who train all day in the fields are like me and how can I regard myself as a warrior if I do not pay the sacrifices that the warriors pay? " She asked.. the luna gave up. She knew there was no how she was going to be able to dissuade Audrey from that which she had set her mind to do."

I inhaled deeply and stepped forward. My voice was firm, but it carried the weight of my soul. “I know many of you look at me and see only a Queen. But I am also a mother. A mate. A daughter. And a fighter. I know fear. I have faced it. But today, I do not stand before you with fear. I stand with fire.” The warriors leaned forward, listening closely.

“Mom, I’m a warrior now. I’m one of Uncle Tommy’s female warriors.” “Oh, my God,” she cries out. “Wow! My baby is now a pack warrior. I’m so, so proud of you, my darling daughter. Uh, I wish I was there to celebrate your success.” “It’s never too late, Mom. I will be coming home, but not so soon. I have a lot to contribute to the pack. When I come home, we will celebrate my success together.” “Okay, darling, I will await your arrival,” she states. My mom and I talk for a long time before she ends the call.

This fight. I’m not a vessel. Not a contract. Not a dotted line. I’m a mother. And I’ll burn the whole world down before I let them take you. The pain came again—deep, tearing, final. Nate is coming. And I’m ready. ---

And at the very end, “The Warrior Moon doesn't mean you were born to fight. It means you were born to decide. There will come a moment when you can choose war or choose something else. The kings and the generals and the ambitious men will tell you the choice has already been made. It hasn't. It's always yours. Choose carefully. I love you.” I read it until I had every word memorized. Then I went to sleep and dreamed of my mother teaching me to braid my own hair, which was a strangely ordinary dream, and woke up clear-headed in a way I hadn't expected.