Nyx wiped her teary eyes multiple times, but the tears would not stop streaming down her face. Any time Oberon wanted to satisfy himself, she was always available, hence the pregnancy.
"What else could I have done back then? I was only eighteen years old," she sobbed, wiping her eyes again.
This was escalating too much. Now her son dreaded his father like he was some kind of enemy, and this was slowly straining their relationship.
"I do not know if I am the one at fault anymore, am I the one at the fault here? Should I have left Archi here with him, exposed him to danger, and let my son hate me?"
She gently rubbed her right arm, shuddering, "What should I do?"
She sniffed, "I have to think of something, before this gets out of hand. I have to either fix this, or let the pack be destroyed."
Her steps had slowed down as she was lost in thought. A hand touched her shoulders, she flinched, spinning around.
