Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. She hated her father. She hated her mother. She hated everyone. They had just stood there as he died. They wanted her to move on, start a new life. Without Flame. She was alone. Until she realized that in fact she was not alone. She was with child. Me. She tried to hide it from everyone, even though it become increasingly difficult. She prayed her father never know about the unborn pup. But that prayer must never have been heard, because later that week, he noticed. "Relanadi, tell me the truth, what is wrong with you? You've barely been eating yet you are the size of a small elephante. Are you pregnant?" he said bluntly. Her eyes widened, but she said nothing, not that he expected her to. "Lana, please..." he said more gently. "No." she said, and his eyes blazed with fury at her defiance, but she didn't care. "I will not have any offspring of that boy living in this pack. Take care of it." He said sharply. It was the first time he had mentioned Flame for a long time. Her eyes teared at the thought of her lost love and she slinked into the forest, crying for the first time since the day he had died.