"Morning Lilibeth," said their alpha fully clothed, Lilibeth smiled, "Fenrir," little Fenrir nodded to the man, "I believe I saw your father near the edge of the forest, almost nearing the river."

"Thank you," Lilibeth then nodded her head to the man as a sign of respect.










"You heard what Ansel said," Fenrir said excited, "near the river," Lilibeth smiled, "maybe Frida finally tried to jump it," Fenrir was so excited that it was hard to conceal it.





              As both children neared the river, they finally heard the voices, their family's voices. Her father, Erik was arguing, clearly trying to teach a lesson to Frida.



"We are not supposed to be near the river Frida."

"But father, it's not so fun if we're not," Frida argued, "and I almost made the jump," she was getting excited again, when Fenrir heard those words he ran to her sister and hugged Frida.

"Did you make it?," he asked Frida. Lilibeth was walking behind her brother.

"I almost did," Frida answered just as excited.

"You almost died," corrected her other sister, Agatha, and then laughed.








"Lilibeth help your grandma," said her mother once she saw her daughter approaching. Grandma Lilibeth was old, but she still could shift, the downside part it was that the morning after a full moon she needed more help than most. Lilibeth approached her grandma.


"Let me help you stand," Lilibeth said and her grandma used her to help herself up, "here are your clothes grandma," the older woman grabbed the clothes from the hands of her grandchild, and with her help started dressing up.


"Fenrir give us our clothes," her mother ordered. As Fenrir was giving everyone their clothes they all started dressing.












When the Erikson were dressed they walked out the woods, as they they did they received stares, from some people more than others because not everyone in their village had the wolf gene, but even when they received those stares, they also received warm greetings from others families that were making the same journey to their homes after the full moon, there was camaraderie and a sense of belonging that everyone felt, every last one of the people returning from the woods felt they belonged, what more they could ask for?















"Mother, see," Fenrir said pointing at the pot, "I didn't burn it," he was excited.

"Finally," Agatha said, "I was getting tired of burnt food," she laughed.

"Don't be mean Agatha," Frida Interjected, Agatha groaned and Lilibeth laughed at her sister's bickering.

"Stop children," Erik, their father said, "let's eat," Erik started placing the small bowls on the table, and Fenrir poured the broth in the bowls, given the fact that Fenrir prepared the broth he was also in charge of serving it. Then they started eating.









"How was it?," Lilibeth asked once she thought her family had recovered some of their strength. Her grandma tried to stop her laugh from coming out, "did Frida actually almost died?," she was curious, "or is Agatha just lying?," she was getting more excited by the second, "did you howled near our home?," the speed in her voice was increasing, "cause I can swear I heard you calling."

"Lilibeth slow down," said her grandma and then secretly winked at her, Lilibeth smiled at her grandma. Both women had a special connection, Lilibeth believed it was because they had the same name and that gave them a special, different connection.

"I wasn't going to die," Frida argued, "I had that jump," she almost shouted.

"No you didn't Frida," Agatha argued back.

"So did she almost died?" Lilibeth asked again.

"No," her mother said, "but she could have," Frida was ready to keep arguing but one look from her mother stopped her.

"Next moon," her father said, "I'll help you with the jump," Frida smiled, but Sigrid sighed.

"And I'll make sure to find nice flowers for your boat," said her mother.

"What do you mean mother?," Fenrir asked.

"For their burial, when you both die," Agatha snorted and both Lilibeth's laughed with her. Erik winked at Frida. 





Lilibeth loved her family, yes, the bickered most of the times, but she never felt out off place with them. She was glad of the family the gods gave her, she was ecstatic that they were able to shift, she couldn't wait, she wanted to be a wolf more than anything else.






















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