LETTICE'S DIARY

Through the hourglass of the past

1200 AD, the Land of Northumberland

Dear diary,

My life was not the way I pictured it. I dreamed of having someone to love, to rely on, but instead I had to fight against my family’s wish to marry into the pack. And yes, I was a werewolf, and soon a Luna. My parents pointed to Conrad Hewitson as my Alpha; he was caring and thoughtful, but my heart somehow knew it would beat for someone else.

“My dear Lettice, you know we love you so much, but these are the rules inside our pack. We wouldn’t have survived for so many years if we had broken them” my mother’s voice was always kind. She was my shelter, my refuge, and my guardian, but this time I felt like she was my executioner. There was a burning fire in my mother’s eyes that no matter what my problems were, she consistently found moments of affection that built the foundation of the woman I am today. The family was very important to me, but sometimes their decisions affected me and echoed through time