Novel & Cerita I'll Be The Warrior Mother

“You’ve shown me how to be strong. Your strength is something to be admired, Athena.” I smile as my eyes fill with tears. “Thanks, Mom.” “I am the mate of a Gamma, and the mother of our Delta. So I’m going to be strong for you, and for your father’s memory. We will avenge him, and we will protect our Luna,” she says as she holds her hand out for Cassia, and Cassia takes it with a teary smile. “We will protect this pack no matter the cost.” “Spoken like a true warrior,” Jess says with a smile and places her hand on Mom’s arm.

This one intended to finish something. My mother was already there when we arrived, having reached the outpost faster than I had, fighting with a ferocity I had genuinely never witnessed from her in twenty-four years of watching her manage Blackthorn from behind careful, delegated distance. She fought like someone who had spent twenty-six years training for exactly this moment without ever fully admitting to herself that she was training at all. She was precise, merciless, utterly without hesitation, driving one of the creatures back from a cluster of wounded warriors with a series of strikes that looked less like an Alpha's mother defending territory and more like a woman finally allowed to

The emptiness in my arms was a constant scream that I couldn't shut out and I needed silence in my head now more than ever. The arguments began rising again and I actually let out the intense groan. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up. The room slowly quieted as eyes turned to me. “I’m not a warrior,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I can fight when I have to, yes. But I’ve never led a war, I’ve never planned battles and I'm not as experienced as everyone of you gathered here. I’m just a mother who wants her child back and I desperately want to crush to the ground the face of the male that locked me in a cage and kept me under the sky in terrible weather

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

I barely stop at the foot of the stairs before I throw my head back and yell: “DIANA! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE!” No Luna title. No respect. No fear. I hear it immediately—footsteps. Heavy. More than one set. Dozens. I glance around, and sure enough, I’m surrounded. Maybe twenty warriors, maybe more. Closing in like wolves circling prey. But I stand my ground. I bare my teeth. “Release my mother!” I scream again. “Right this fucking minute! Or I swear to the moon, I’ll burn this pack to the fucking ground!”

I miss you. "I miss you too," her mother said. "But I'm always with you. In your heart. In your blood. In the power you carry." She reached out. Her mother's hand touched her face. It was warm. It was real. I'm scared, Elara said. I'm scared I'm going to fail. "You won't fail," her mother said. "Because you are my daughter. You are a survivor. You are a warrior. And you are going to win."

Victoria's POV I shoot up from the bed as the smile on my face turns sour. "Mom!? What happened!? Why are you crying!?" I ask, dreading her reply deep down within me. My mother is a warrior. Our pack's Zeta. A rank equivalent to a General in the human military. This is the second time I'm hearing her cry in all my nineteen years on earth. The first time was done in the privacy of her room when she lost three of her warriors in a rogue attack.

She makes me believe God exists because something as beautiful as her can only be created by a god. “Do you think I’m a traitor? For falling in love with you.” She asks and my heart breaks for her. I don’t want her to feel guilty about her emotions. I’m done with the apologies, with the regret, with the guilt. We deserve to love each other freely without being judged. “The best warriors are the ones who fight with their hearts.” I start talking sitting up to properly meet her gaze. “That’s what my mother used to tell me when she was still alive.” I tell her.

A few days later, Rose went back to see Miss Felicia. “My secretary said you wanted to see me again, what’s the problem? Felicia asked. “We were having a discussion a few days ago, before some man interrupted,” Rose said, eyeing her suspiciously. Felicia’s face hardened. “Miss Rose, please leave. This is not your business.” “It is my business,” Rose said firmly. “My son is a victim here, and I need a proper explanation.” “Look, I understand,” Rose said gently “I'm a single mother too. I've faced threats. But you cannot let them see you as weak.”

“Do we retreat?” My mother followed her gaze. The Crimson Fang warriors were good, but everywhere I looked, it seemed as though things were going slightly wrong; missteps, faltered strikes, and a lack of coordination. I couldn’t help but think there was something wrong. My mother hadn’t had the blessing of Selene, but our warriors didn’t typically make so many mistakes. Something was different about this day, this battle. My mother nodded finally. “We’ll retreat,” she said. “Sound the call.”