Chapter 114-1
Kiana
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“Andrea. Are you ready?”
The soft feminine voice wrapped around me so soothingly. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet aroma of roses. The whole house smelled of it. It wafted off the woman wherever she walked, marking her way. My father would wink at me whenever my mother tried to hide and surprise us. Even the humans would be able to scent her, he laughed. Sometimes, when she was gone for long periods of time, I’d take her perfume bottle and spray it throughout the house. My father would sigh, wrap me in his arms, and tell me he missed her too.
“I’m readyyy” I called back eagerly and rose from my bed. Everything was perfect. The lavender bedspread didn’t have a single wrinkle, and my collection of teddy bears was lined up near my pillows. Dad would shake his head and say that I was supposed to grow up to hunt bears, not cuddle with them, and Mom would just find a way to smuggle another one to me.
As I swung my legs off the bed, a strange thought entered my head. Too tall. I was too tall for my
bed.
Maybe I’d had a growth spurt in the middle of the night. Corinne and Kaylee were both nearly a foot taller than me, and we were the same age. They’d be so excited to see me now!
I wanted to hop to the mirror to examine myself, but my mother called me again. Instead, I ran out of my room and toward the crackling fire in the living room.
The windows were dark. How strange. I’d just woken up.
My mother sat on the couch by the fireplace. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of green linen pants and a soft yellow shirt. With her pink lips, she looked just like a flower. I was in awe of her beauty. Would I look like that one day?
Adjusting the logs in the fireplace, my father was in a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. He must have just come from a run because they looked like the clothes stashed in the woods. I was a little disappointed that he’d gone without me, but I was sleeping.
Why was I sleeping?
“Are you sure you’re ready for the Legend of Sleepy Hollow?” mom asked as she held up the book.
“If you keep filling her head with monster stories, who knows what she’ll grow up to become,” my father complained gruffly, but he sat in the armchair and picked up a drink.
It was perfect. All I needed now was a glass of warm milk.
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“Here you go, sweetie. Warm milk.”
Delighted, I accepted the glass my mother handed me, and turned to crawl into my father’s lap.
Odd.
Normally, there was more room. My legs could usually tuck right under me, but I could feel myself awkwardly trying to make room for them, and instead of resting my head against his chest, my head bumped up under his chin. How did i become this tall in just one night?
“There we go. Perfect,” he said, not seeming at all uncomfortable.
“Do you think I’m going to grow up to be a monster?” I asked.
My mother shot my father an annoyed look. “Of course not. I love horror stories, and I’m not a monster. You are a special little girl. There isn’t a single dark bone in your body. Do not listen to
him.”
“She’s right,” he said as he kissed the top of my head. “You’re perfect.”
Perfect. I sipped my warm milk. “Am I too big for you, Daddy? I feel like I grew overnight.”
“Shot up like a beanstalk. Didn’t I tell you that would happen?”
Still, it felt strange, almost…like I’m an adult now.
“Is my wolf going to be bigger too?”
“Absolutely. She grows as you grow. She’s a part of you. You protect her and she protects you.”
I tried to call her to the surface so I could share the good news, “Andrea, it’s reading time. You know how I feel about you shifting in the living room.”
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