Alma between two Worlds

orest floor crunched beneath her swift paws, the night breeze caressing her silver

she was going, only

a nimble leap and dropped onto the cold stone. Her breath gradually evened out as she gazed a

felt a strange nostalgia wash over her. How many times had she wandered th

w she

what lay beyond? Did humans live in a world as cruel as the Keibsters', o

ran down

hought took shape, stil

ecided to lea

but somewhere out there, where

for a moment under t

soft noise behind her made her stiffen. A fu

had foll

the echo of Alma's doubts. Crouching on the rock, panting, s

called, her voice f

a fluid movement

fa

ed in a cold calm that contrasted with the anger burning in his golden eyes. He hadn't rushe

e wind lifted strands of his fur and Alma felt

said sharply. "You h

times that she no longer knew if it really belonged to

haunted her, a question she had asked

before whispering, he

as my

hesitation. Only a fraction of a second, but

oment between truth and lies, Alma understood that this secret was far greater than anythin

y, like a wave about to

too cold. Her muscles stiffened, and she asked the question a

as my

she saw a glimmer in his eyes, something buried, repr

rmness. "You are my heir. You don't have the lu

k Alma like a b

ied beneath a forced silence. As if she had no right to know who she really was. Rage exploded within her, uncontroll

His voice filled the space, spilling into the night, commanding its respect, its power, its intransigence. The leaves

r scream faded into the darkness, Alma knew, deep down, that she woul

heavier than ever. The trees seemed to have closed in around her, like an invisib

zing eyes latched onto her figure, some full of questioning, others of judgme

she had wanted to protect these humans. Her father advanced in front of her, imposing and unwavering. He said nothin

ad hunter approached her fa

rupted. This must

ast, that's what they expected of her. But she felt, deep down, that her world was crumbling. She had to un