He was hoping for me to say no.
It was only then that I realized Caleb had spoken to my dad, yet he was reluctant to accept that my mom could have died in such a way.
After a moment of thought, I ventured, âWhat do you think?â
My dad paused to consider, then replied seriously, âI donât think itâs out of the question that Gale might have lied to you about your momâs death to make you panic.
After all, nobody else but Gale could confirm whether your mom was indeed a supreme witch.
Maybe Gale was just spinning talesâ¦â
I was speechless for a moment.
My dadâs reasoning seemed sound, yet a logical person Like him would know the Likelihood was quite slim.
Maybe, he was just clinging to the hope that my mom was still alive.
But the truth was, my mom was truly gone.
I remembered the last hug I shared with my mom in the fire, her comforting and encouraging words.
My heart felt like it was weighed down by thick mud, getting heavier.
Was it the right thing to tell my dad the truth?
If I kept silent, my dad might hold on to some hope and expectations.
But once I revealed it, all his dreams would crumble, and his hopes would vanish.
After a lot of thought, I decided to tell him the truth.
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My dad was my momâs husband, the love of her life.
He deserved to know everything.
Besides, people couldnât live in illusions forever.
Eventually, they would have to face reality.
I took a deep breath and said, âDad, Gale didnât lie.
Mom was the new supreme witch.
She foresaw my destiny and tried to save me, but Gale tricked her into undergoing six trials.
While Mom was mastering the flames, Gale murdered her.
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My dad was taken aback.
He couldnât come to terms with it and fell silent.
After what seemed like forever, he finally found his voice and asked in a hoarse tone, âSo, are you saying your mom died shortly after she left the Silver Ridge Pack?â
âYes,â I replied earnestly.
âMoon Goddess was moved by my momâs love for me and helped her preserve her lingering spirit.
During my duel, when the flames from Gale nearly consumed me, my momâs spirit shielded me just in time.
Thatâs how I passed the final trial, which was mastering the flames.
But my momâ¦â
I paused, my voice catching in my throat.
Seeing the pain in my eyes, and understanding the sacrifices my mom had made, my dad seemed to age a decade in moments, his shoulders sagging.
After a long silence, he responded in a raspy voice, âAlright, I understand.
Iâll erect a monument for your mom in the Silver Ridge Pack.
Itâs the least I can do now.
For the rest of my days, Iâll seek forgiveness at her grave and try to make amends.
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Noticing my dadâs distressed look, sadness welled up in me too, though I found myself at a loss for words to comfort him.
Sensing my discomfort, my dad reassured me with a wave of his hand, âItâs okay, my child.
Donât worry about comforting me.
I know what I need to do.
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