Chapter 1

I was lying in a field watching the clouds go by, when panic set in. My senses could tell something was stalking me. I got up slowly when the sky around me turned red. I started running towards my house and could hear the sound of something large kicking off the Earth to catch me. I made it inside my house when there was pounding on the windows and doors. I needed to make it to the roof. I climbed as fast as I could out of the window and scaled to the top of the roof. Once there I gathered the courage to look down. Wolves. There were wolves surrounding my house and in unison they all let out a howl, throwing their heads back. I woke up sweating. I've had this same dream now at least once a month.

 It's almost been a year now since we've come to America, it seems like we sailed across the world to get here. When my mother died it was easily the worst day of my life and everything that happened after, happened fast. Father was offered a job in the New World quickly after, and so our journey began. Father was a stark contrast to my mother. She was so full of light, the thought of her warms my face. She found the beauty in everything, the Earth between our toes, the flowers in bloom, the way the birds sing their songs in the morning, to the dark storms that loomed over us. She loved it all. My father on the other hand was more.. Stoic... He enjoyed his brandy and his cigars, small talk. He thought my mother a child the way she viewed the world, but I saw her as brave, fearless even. I love my father dearly but nothing will compare to the love I have for my mother.

 My Father bought us a house here in the New World. Completely different from our old home. This house was settled on a large plot of land. It was a beautiful home made of timber, with large windows and to many rooms for just the two of us. When we arrived here I tried to make the most of it, but I miss my friends, my mother, my old life. I thought I found the man I was going to marry back home. George, he was an apprentice for my father. It started with stealing looks, to the brush of his hand against mine. Eventually, when I would come home from school, he would sneak away from my fathers work and come in through my window and it started off with talking about our hopes, our dreams. We eventually went from stealing kisses to becoming entwined with one other, sharing every bit of our body's together. After my father received his new job offer in America, I begged George to tell my father he loved me and would take care of me. I wanted him to tell father that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but when George was offered my fathers job he chose it over me. For the first month of our 3 month long travel, I nearly cried every day. How could he do this to me? He was supposed to love me. My father, the poor soul, having to listen to me cry every day. He would just put his arm around me, he wouldn't say a word, but he comforted me the best he could.

 When I arrived here, I started my final year of school. There was only one other girl in my class, Roselyn, and we quickly became friends. I also met another boy in my class, Simon. He was tall with golden blonde hair, with blue eyes. His skin was tan from working on his family's farm. He would rarely attend school but when he did, I would try to catch his eye. My father was always at work and would sometimes spend the night in town, leaving me alone to care for myself. Simon started to come over here and there, and what would turn into him coming over quite often. It wasn't long before Simon made his way into my bedroom.