Running away to Destiny

Chapter 1: Lilly pov.

“So, when are you going to turn me?” I asked Brent casually. I know it's anything but lighthearted. I've asked him a few times since Claire was born, but his answer remains the same. No, it's dangerous. But there has to be a way to convince him, right? So now, I'm going for the casual approach. Not that it works because he answers, "No, Lilly. I've said it before. It's dangerous." His voice sounds irritated.

"But Brent! How will it be when Claire grows up? When she gets her wolf? How am I supposed to help and understand her if I don't know what she is going through? Why don't you understand that this is important to me?" I cross my arms and look at him intently. He mimics my face and says, "Don't you think she would rather have a mother who is human, than no mother at all?" When I don't say anything, he continues. "It's just too risky." I throw my hands up in frustration. “Maybe I'm willing to take that risk!” Deep down, I know that's not entirely true; I would never to do that to Claire and Brent.

"Well, I'm not! You're selfish. Have you thought about what it will be like if things go wrong? The chance that it goes wrong, that you don't survive is more likely than that you survive. And what do you think that's going to happen?" The desperation is evident on his face, and I see him holding himself back, not to scream, not to wake Claire.

I look at him silently, not knowing what to say. "Lilly, if you die," His voice breaks, and seeing him in such pain breaks my heart. “If you die, I don't know if I'll survive.” I try to swallow the lump in my throat. "I know you want nothing more than for me to turn you to be a wolf, just like me." He walks slowly towards me. "And believe me, if there was a bigger chance of success, I would have done it already. But I'm just an Omega; the chance of things going wrong is too high. You don't know what it's like when a wolf loses its fated mate. I would go so crazy that I couldn't care for Claire and probably kill myself out of desperation." Meanwhile, we both have teary eyes, and his confession makes me regret trying to push on. This is the first time he has said this.

I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest. "I'm sorry," I mumble. "I'm sorry to go on and on, but I'd love to be a wolf just like you and Claire." He steps back and takes my face in his hands. Before he can say anything, we hear a door slam. We look at each other in shock. We don't expect anyone, and there are only two people who have our house key. My parents and Brent's best friend. None of them know his true nature.

I quickly wipe away my tears, and at that moment, my parents walk into the room. I look at them in surprise. "Mom? Dad? I didn't know you were coming." I try to sound cheerful. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brent observing them, it wouldn't be good if they found out what he really is. Or rather, it wouldn't be good if my father found out. Considering that he is the head of a criminal organization and has always done everything he can to keep me as safe as possible, I hate to think about what he would do if he found out that his only daughter is with a werewolf. Brent once tried to convince me to move. But even though I despise the organization my father and brother run, I don't have the heart to leave. Even if only to give Clare a chance to be with her grandparents. Since my family is the only family she has besides us. We never see Brent's family because he refuses to visit. The pack where he grew up is not exactly welcoming to humans.