Chapter Fourteen

Laurel POV...

It was a very long time ago, I could still vividly remember the colour of the sun whenever it arises every morning. I made it a daily routine to wake up before the sun rises. In order to see this view I called it beautiful to such an extent that my mother made it a habit to wake me up whenever I slept. She knew what was best for me and would do anything to make me feel good. The view point from where I used to live allowed its serenity to be so beautiful. The chirping sound of the birds that flew over the sky and from one tree to another. It was so peaceful and beautiful.

I missed her so much, I'm actually talking about my mother. We lived a complicated life from other packs. My father actually blamed me for that. He was once part of the most important member of a pack. I was very young then but I could still recall how the symbol was. It wasn't that big a pack and they don't really have that big enough residing place to shelter everyone. It was told to me by my mother.