Bunbun, at the mere mention of her father, the bunny girl visibly freaked out. Her entire body went rigid, muscles tensing like she'd been struck. For the first time since emerging from under the desk, she looked up and met Sylphia's gaze directly—those red eyes now wide with panic as they stared into golden wolf-like ones.
"No! My father doesn't know!" The words tumbled out in a desperate, frantic rush, nearly tripping over each other. "Please, please, PLEASE don't tell my father Slyphia!"
The thought alone was unbearable. It was too embarrassing. Too shameful for her to even contemplate.
She'd left the clan with such confidence, such self-assurance. She'd stood before her father and declared with her head held high that she would return as a warrior—someone worthy of respect and honor, someone who could stand on her own merit rather than just being "the clan chief's daughter." She'd made promises about proving herself, about bringing glory to their family name.
