The Daughter Of The Moon
He asks me, while holding me in his arms as we look at our six-month-old, sleeping daughter.
“We have to hide her, but it has to be in the werewolf world. We don’t know if she will get a wolf.” I tell him, and he looks at me.
“Where, and how?” He asks.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly.
“I know.” A voice says behind us, and we turn to see Adam's Dad.
“You know?” I ask, and he nods his head.
“I do, I can hide her, get her somewhere safe, and make sure no one will ever know where. I am old, it’s time for me to leave this world. I will take this secret with me to the grave.” He promises.