The Last Bears Daughter Novels & Stories

"And this must be my little Nikita, an aspiring artist, right? All grown up and breaking hearts!" He said as he shook my hand, which he could have dislocated it from my shoulder if he put a little more force into his friendliness. I gave him a half-winced smile. "So how's the finding going?" Dad asked. "Oh, right!" The man scratched his white beard. "I almost forgot. Let's get inside so we can talk." He led us to the tent. Dr. Ivan went over to his desk which was equipped with three flat-screen panel computer monitors. Then he clicked open several photographs on the screens for us to see.

It was wonderful. "Incredibly excited! Those bears won't know what day it is by the time I'm finished with them," Lila said as her belly rumbled. I grinned and we both laughed. "The females always get the first kill. Veronica will go first, since she's the Alpha's daughter, and then you, since you're technically the Beta female. I'll go next and then the other girls will take their turns. Some girls like to pair up with others so that there can be three wolves onto one bear," Lila explained to me. I nodded at her and realised that I'd never taken down anything that big before.

Theia muses. “My father took me hunting before the Great Hunt. The last hunt before he died.” I sit in silence for a moment with that memory. “I killed that beautiful stag. I watched the life fade from his eyes with the arrow pierced through his heart. I had entirely pushed away the memory, until that dream. Now it feels so real. Such a mercy to not have to feel the viscous blood on my hands and smell the presence of death. But now it is all I can remember.” I shudder at the memory of it. “Life is brutal.” Asteria says after a long silence. “I understand loss. Trauma. The ugliness of what it takes to survive.”

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

I exclaimed. “That’s so many balloons!” Lila replied, her excitement for the amusement park returning full force. She snuggled into me then, and we kept quiet as the ferris wheel slowly brought us back to Earth. I lay my head gently on top of hers, allowing my mind to drift wherever my thoughts decided to go. And I couldn’t help but think about what the ticket taker had said, about the fact that two humans somehow had a werewolf daughter – and how that daughter looked so much like Alpha Dominic Blackwood.

I wished that there was something that I could do to lighten the situation, but there was nothing. Despite her willingness to stand up to me earlier this evening, it seemed like that rebelious streak of hers disappeared when it came to her father. She did not say anything to him, and instead went ahead and left my room. But something that tiggered me slightly, that told me that this conversation was not entirely done, was the fact that my Beta continued to stay here. He waited until after the door had closed behind his daughter, and then he turned to me. "Alpha... I believe that there are some matters that I need to discuss with you."

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Third one. The older woman paused at a metal door and nodded at the guard beside her. One of the guards moved forward and unlocked it. One lock. Then another. Then another. Three locks on this door. The door swung inward. The room was bigger than the room I was just in. Still concrete, still cold, but… slightly upgraded. Almost like someone had tried to make it more humane. A narrow window sat high on the far wall, barred. Outside was forest; dense trees, shadowed undergrowth. No visible road, no lights. Which meant we were deeper than I’d first calculated.