I knew father was upset, the reason why varied immensely. He was disturbed by the fact I was a different person. I was always under his rules, under his thumb, but now I've broken through his world and into my own. My world was filled with a man, a child, and a cloudy future due to its dangerous route. I was on my own, alone in the land I made for myself. Father didn't like what had happened over the past, but nothing could change that now.
Except a silver tipped knife of course.
And a clean cut across a certain bite mark.
Father reluctantly helped me gather heavily needed supplies for my trip to the barren landscape, void of all life except those for critical survival. I had what I needed for four months, and was supposed to return after my child was born. So I got to give birth to a c
