Alpha Maximus
They run towards me, and my dad takes me from Micah’s arms and hugs me very tight.
‘My baby girl! We were so worried!’ He says, squeezing me.
‘Dad, I can’t breathe, and I’m not a baby,’ I say,
‘Even when you are forty, you will still be my baby girl,’ he says, lessening his grip. ‘What happened? Were you hurt? Is that why your clothes are covered in blood? And why are you so slimy?’ My dad asks.
Micah scratches the back of his head nervously. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to help me answer these questions. I don’t blame him, though. My Dad is a Lycan, after all.