Maive's POV
I was actually surprised that my grandmother did not nag me or give me a speech because of what happened. She was just tearing up the moment I entered the house. She ran and hugged me saying that she was afraid she would also lose me like his son-my father. I was actually sad the moment she said it, I felt safe and reassured that I have a grandmother and I deeply felt her love for me. I just couldn't imagine the things that she has gone through when my father left.
With that scene, I also felt guilty. I was guilty for telling those witches that they should just kill me. I was guilty that I almost went with my father to another life. I was guilty that I never thought of those beings who were worried sick about me. I did not think that there were beings who cared for me. I was so stupid.
The scene with my grandmother did not last that long as Uncle Zorious interrupted and said that I should take a rest. My grandmother agreed and let me go.
I gave her a reassuring smile before I left.
I then headed inside my father's room, the moment I got inside, I lay down on my bed and took a heavy sigh remembering everything that happened. Looking around, I am still staying here in my father's room. I just like to be here because it feels like he is still with me. Now that I am inside his room, it makes me wonder about what he talked about in my dream. He said that I should stop jailing my wolf. Does he still think I am a werewolf? Am I really a werewolf? Everyone thinks that I am what I know that I'm not.
That's where I remember the light that came out of my hands. What was that? What am I really? If I am not a werewolf then what am I?
I looked through my father's things trying to get an answer, hoping that he left something that would give me a clue to my real identity. His room was full of his inventions, I think. There are metalcrafts in his room with his initials on it. Those were his creations for sure, my father is truly a real genius. For hours, what I had found was mostly some crafts and blueprints.
I sighed, feeling the fatigue of going through his things. I proceeded to the shelf at the left corner of the room. Most of his books were all about engineering and security, much similar to the books that I have seen on Daxton's shelf. They similarly love weapons and security. Father would like him if he had met him, that's for sure.
What caught my eyes was a book containing a poem, it was the only different book in his shelf. I grabbed it and was about to look for its content when I saw a button on the wall where it is placed. To my curiosity, I clicked the button.
I took a step back when I saw the whole shelf moving right. My mouth flew open when it revealed a room. So there's a secret room here? Does grandmother know about this?
With my heart beating fast in anticipation and mixed feelings, I pushed the door and went inside. The room was not that big and it looked like a storage room.
On the wall, I found pictures of my mother hanging. There were some pictures of them too. My eyes started to tear up just from the sight of them. It makes me reminisce about the days where we were still complete. Those were the golden days of my life. I missed them... even though my memories were a bit ambiguous, still, I could feel the feeling of my parents' warmth and love for me.
There's a study table inside the room. There were books too. Books that I found were totally different from the books I saw earlier which are all about engineering, weapons, and security. The books here were very fictional... more likely containing poems. Are these from my mother? Or my father? Are these my father's secrets? For sure.
I opened one of the books and on the first page, there is a handwritten message.
Zoren,
The sun is bright. The birds are chirping. The waves are rhythmic. All these remind me of the day I am in your arms - it was all calming.
Valeia
It was my mother. It was from my mother. I bit my lip, stopping the urge to cry, the feeling of missing my family came all at once. Mom loved dad so much and I could feel it through the words.
I looked at all the books in here. All of them have a short message from my mother. I looked into the book that was on the shelf which I grabbed earlier that revealed this room.
Zoren,
If I was given numerous choices, I would choose you. If I had given numerous choices with everything in the world except you, I would still choose you. It would be you. Always.
Valeia
I started crying at that. My mother's words were too powerful. Now, it really makes me wonder why she left us... why she left father? Their love was pure... how could she leave him?
But through these words I could see that something isn't right, that there was something going on which hinders their love.
I searched the drawer in my father's desk. That's where I found a box containing several pieces of paper. It was a box full of my mother's letter for father. I sat on the floor as I started to read them all, hoping to find an answer.
There was one that shocked me most especially.
Zoren,
The water has risen and the waves are starting to be fierce. It has somehow struck against my foolish heart. I had one realization. You were always at the peaceful seashore. I am the tide - the wave... the one that would come aggressively only to take something from you. I came only to take bits of you until you had nothing to offer. What a metaphor to describe us.
I was a fool. I was happy every time I came to meet you until I realized that you are starting to be destroyed. I couldn't ruin you. No, that statement was wrong. I could ruin you... but I hope not to. I hope that you could embrace me yet push me away. I do not want to ruin the future ahead of you yet I want to be in that future.
I am a foolish witch who fell to a charming wolf, Love. Reading the history of your species has become my habit, yet I found no story where a wolf lived happily ever after with a witch. Maybe, it is time for me to kill this habit. What ours is forbidden... it was deadly. All the flesh of this letter wanted you to receive a message - we shouldn't happen.
What breaks our heart today would make us fierce and brave tomorrow. I want you to be brave, thus breaking your heart.
Forgive me.
Valeia