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Mom and dad spent almost an hour in their bedroom talking.

I'm sure she wasn't having her mate's antics. He needs to change his ways before he loses the only person that actually matters to him. No, I'm not counting myself in this equation. I should, if I were talking about any other werewolf father, but not mine.

Anyway, all we can do now is wait and see what sort of punishment he has in store for me. Last time he was mad he set a wolf on me. Now, I'm not so sure this would be enough. Maybe fifty wolves? Who knows...

What I do know is that I'm not allowing him to mistreat me or my mates. That's not happening.

Since we had some time to kill, I pulled Jude aside to check in with him. I wanted to see how he was doing after I accepted his brother as my mate. I'm sure this has been a shocking morning for my family - that includes him - and I needed to talk to my mate.

He told me the acceptance wasn't so shocking to him as he was kind of expecting at this point. It was hard to hear the acceptance speech that he didn't have with me, but he understood the situation.

I think we can all agree that my father must be stopped and the way he was treating Quentin was not okay. Jude comprehended that the only way forward is with acceptance and equality. This is a unique situation and the best thing that we can do is to survive it, by whatever means necessary.

We hugged each other and I thanked him for being so understanding. I know this is a lot, it is for me too. But there's no use fighting it. We all know we can't fight the Moon... My father, however, that's another matter.

Some time later, dad walked out of his suite looking pressed. Mom appeared next to him and wished us to have a great day. He grabbed his car keys and left the house with me and the twins, who got on the back of the car.

We were all silent for the short trip since my dad's face was not looking pleased. But before I exited the car, I tried to argue for peace.

"I came back here so we could try to have our father and son relationship back. I'm genuinely trying here. All I ask is to be respected, father. I hope you know I didn't come here to antagonize you." - I pleaded with him, who glanced at my guilty expression with a frown.

"It's fine, son. I want a relationship with you too. But this whole situation with your double mating has caught me off guard." - He replied, sincerely. The twins gulped awkwardly, but remained silent.

"It caught everybody off guard. But now we can only embrace it." - I said, not wanting to dwell on it.

"Sure." - He resigned himself by saying with a dreadful expression, exiting the car.

As we stepped out of my dad's Ford, I was once again in front of his office and the training camp that I grew up in having to fight for my life, disguised as training. All the people on site looked at us with perplexed faces, mainly at my twin (white) mates.

Dad was polite to show the place to them. He showed them where we trained and then his office. The tribal Chief's place of work. It was nice to see some of the warriors I once sparred with. Others I could do without ever laying my eyes on them again.

"Boys, make yourself at home. I'm gonna talk to my son and be back shortly." - Dad told the twins, as we entered his office. I got reacquainted with the place, which looks just as I remembered.

Jude and Quentin sat down on a sofa that was near the kitchen and pulled out their phones. Dad and I went ahead to talk privately. I was a little frightened at what he would say, but the conversation was actually pretty standard stuff.

He asked me how I was doing in the new school and pack, what were my expectations for the future and how is everyone else in the pack taking my mating to the Alpha twins. He even asked me if I was happy over there or if I had any wish to return here.

I explained to him that everybody was treating me well as far as the other students are concerned. The Atwoods were nothing but nice to me and mom. My future is in that pack and I have no desire to return here, at least to live. But of course this will always be home to me.

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He will always be my father and I'd hope we stayed in each other's lives. But I am the future Luna of their pack. There's no turning back now. He understood what I had to say and seemed to be at peace with it.

"I know I'm not the son you wished I were. I can't change who I am or my sexuality. I can only be me and hope it will be enough for you, father." - I told him, a bit self conscious.

"You are enough, son. You always were. I should have known you were special from the moment you were born prematurely, giving your mother and I a giant scare." - He spoke, tenderly caressing my hair.

"Thanks, dad." - I appreciate what he's doing right now. Even if he doesn't necessarily mean it.

At least, he's making an effort. And I'm all for it. I am his only son, so it's me or bust...

Some time later, my father insisted I came along for the training session. Naturally, so did my mates. I greeted the warriors who I haven't seen in a while now and...

"Welcome back, little wolf!"

Remember that one warrior who almost choked me to death? The same guy who liked to flaunt his superior skills to me and taunting me about the fact that I couldn't shift? You know, the one who nearly killed me?

Yeah... good times. *eye roll*

"My name is not little wolf, is Kuckunniwi. I'd appreciate it if you lose the condescending tone, Avonaco." - I snarled at him, who's smiling at me with his smug grin that I just wanna punch it.

"Are they your bodyguards?" - He snickered, glancing at the boys a bit far back near my dad.

This bastard is really pissing me off now.

"No, they're not. Trust me, I don't need bodyguards. But if you don't watch your mouth, you're the one who's gonna need one." - I threatened him. He laughed at me. Out loud. My eyes are now glowing in rage.

That spooked him at last.

"Wow. So you finally discovered your wolf spirit, huh?" - He teased me, seeing my eyes shining. This never happened before when I lived here. I couldn't shift, my eyes didn't shine and I couldn't mind link anyone.

"Yes, I did. So you won't get away with intimidating me ever again. You didn't win against me when I couldn't shift and you can't win against me now." - I declared defiantly, huffing and puffing.

"Did you have amnesia? I was always better than you. And I'm still better than you. It's not because you finally found your wolf spirit that you can beat me." - He provoked me, boastfully.

"You're still little wolf to me. And you always will be." - He continued with a smug grin.

"Are you going to let him talk to you like that, son?" - My father approached me, goading me into a fight I already wanted.

"I can't stop people from talking shit, father. That doesn't mean I'm gonna hit a mated man and break pack law." - I refuted, glaring daggers at me. I know what he's trying to do, I'm not stupid.

"Oh there's no need to invoke the law here. We can fight just like we used to. It's fine." - Avonaco said, giving me some ground and preparing for combat.

"If you insist..." - I'm not backing down from this. If he wants it, I'm gonna give it to him.

My mates were not pleased by this. Both of them were glaring at my opponent. My dad gave us the go ahead and before I knew it a large, strong warrior came at me with full force.

I guess I'm a little rusty because I was on the ground with him on top of me before I knew it.

"Did you miss me? I missed you, little bitch." - He taunted me with his hands on my neck.

I wish he didn't say that. I really do.

I used my free hands to stun him by slapping his head with force, my two palms hit the sides of his big head. Then I maneuvered my way out from him and got myself on top of him instead. I wanted to make him surrender, but he punched my head and knocked me off my game.

Now I was the one who got light headed, stunned. He took advantage of the opportunity and overpowered me once again, pinning my hands to the ground. Now it's impossible for me to move.

"Say you're my bitch and let's be done with it. You aren't better than me. You were never better than anyone here, much less ME." - He taunted me with a sadistic smile, taking pleasure in my unwilling submission.

"I am no one's bitch. I am Kuckunniwi Becker, first of my name." - I declared, really pissed off at this.

"Fine, little wolf. You asked for it." - He said, gearing up for the final blow. My mates wanted to intervene but my father wouldn't allow them.

With a 200 pound man sitting on top of me and my hands pinned against the floor, there was little wiggle room for me to act. I couldn't get him off of me and I would never be stronger than him, necessarily.

All I had left was my free legs, so I used them to attack him from behind. With a flexibility I didn't know I had, I latched myself to his neck and tried to pull him off of me. As I did that, he used his hands to part my legs from him.

With all this struggle, I needed to free my hands so I stayed latched on to him for as long as I could. It was a dire situation and I couldn't let him win. Finally, he sunk his talons onto my legs and it hurt like hell.

Oh you wanna play it like that, huh?

Two can play that game.

With shining eyes and wolf strength, I got my hands free and punched his chest. It was a hard knock enough for him to get off of me. My legs were bleeding, but I didn't care. I'm not gonna lose to this bastard.

He came at me again, but I used his own weight to divert the attack and drop him on the ground. I sat on top of him and clawed his hands to the ground, raging. He was trying to get off from under me with all his strength but his legs can't reach my head like mine could.

"Who's the bitch now?" - I growled at him, positively livid.

He was just about to start shifting when my father stopped the fight.

"Enough!" - Dad shouted. - "Son, go to the healer. Your leg is bleeding." - He instructed me, as I got off of the man growling at me.

"Avonaco, go see the healer about your hands." - Dad ordered his warrior, who looked like he wanted to murder me.

"Did you see what he did to my hands?" - He called me out for using my talon. Both his hands were pierced by my talons, bleeding profusely.

"I did see you using your talon on his leg." - Dad retorted, glancing at him reprehensibly.

He was staring at me with a death glare that would once make me shake. Now I'm giving him just the same kind of glare. With the added bonus that so were my mates. They helped me to walk towards the pack medic, who patched me up.

"I was not a fan of you fighting that man. He didn't play fair." - Quentin was the first to speak, walking back home some time later.

"I understand, mate. But he was talking smack and needed to be brought down." - I told him, rather annoyed at the situation. I don't take pleasure in hurting anybody, but he started it. And I hate when people are disrespectful to others, especially in a condescending way.

"I didn't know how vicious the sparring here could get. Those warriors are no joke!" - Jude commented, impressed by their level of training.

"Yeah... it's funny how that used to intimidate me so much, facing any of those men. But now there isn't anybody who frightens me. Not Avonaco, nor any other warrior." - I said, pensive. Like I said, I'm nowhere near the same boy I was when I left the reservation. I'm not scared of any of them.

"Why did he call you 'little wolf'?" - Quentin questioned me, sounding annoyed.

"It's what my name means in our native language. But he says it in a patronizing way that I always hated." - I replied in an angry tone.

"Your name means little wolf?" - Jude was baffled by the discovery. And so was Quentin, staring at me with half a smile.

"Yeah, I was born prematurely. It scared both of my parents since they didn't know if I was going to survive because I was so small. I didn't have the necessary weight a baby should have, so I was in the incubator for a period of time." - I explained to them. feeling self conscious about it.

"It's fine, mate. Quentin was born with complications as well. And look at him now." - Jude tried to make me feel better. His brother blushed from being called out.

"The complications he's alluding to were mostly about our mom's health. She had to have emergency surgery after my labor, I was born healthy just like him. But it's not about how you were born. It's about what you do once you get here. And you have been killing lately. I'm in awe of you." - Quentin rebuked Jude, but at the same time sounding like he admires me.

"Thanks, mate. I do my best." - I blushed from the compliment.

How did I get so lucky? Two strapping young men as my mate. Oh, the things I could do to them... *blush*

After a long walk home, we arrived knackered. I had forgotten how far my father's office was from my house. It's a complication in the reservation. Nothing is really close to you. We washed up for lunch since we were all starving at this point.

As soon as my mother saw me, she questioned my legs' injuries. She immediately bad-mouthed my dad, but I explained to her it wasn't his fault.

'There was a warrior who kept putting me down, so I had to teach him a lesson.' I told her.

I don't want my parents to fight over me anymore. I don't want to separate them if I can avoid it. Mates are not meant to live separately. And if my father can make some sort of effort to build a bridge between us, then I'm all here for it.

I know I talk a good game, but the truth is I never wanted my parents to split up. I only wanted to survive and be considered worthy by them. I mean, by him. No son should be made to feel like he isn't enough. At least not from his own parents. No matter the reason and especially not because of their sexuality. And now for who their mates are.

After lunch, I asked my mates to lay down with me together. It was simply to rest up after our tiresome morning, an innocent request. But as I was sandwiched between my two mates on my bed, feeling a sense of completion and comfort.

I couldn't help but feel homesick. All my life I thought this was my home, where I would make my life. But I was wrong. I love my people and my family, that's true. But this reservation doesn't mean home to me anymore.

No, home is where my mates are. Home is where I feel most at ease, most welcomed.

Damn... being able to breath both my mates' scents at the same time is giving me all the feels. This is my new happy place. If only we always lived in peace like this. It feels like home, genuinely.

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A|N: Finally we end things on a sweet note.

Which is a good thing, a good theme for the upcoming New Year: unity.

I wish you all much love and happiness in the coming year.

But don't expect this harmony to last here in the reservation. A gag is coming.

Something that never happened before in my previous eight books.

P.S.: I loved this show (POSE). Groundbreaking.

Love,

Léo.