It all started when I was 6.I was about to fall asleep after I heard my father howl, his reassurance towards me that he's safe while he’s on patrol. I shut my eyes and let sleep take over.I was awoken in the early morning hours to my mother shaking my shoulder. "Celeste. Celeste, wake up honey. We need to go," her voice held an urgency as she spoke."Mommy?" I asked questionably, "What's going on?" By now I could hear growls and whimpers coming from outside."We have to go. Everything will be alright," she said, picking me up. I wrapped my arms around her neck. She ran out my bedroom and to the back door, where she grabbed the emergency bags that everyone in the pack has (just in case), an idea my grandpa started after one of his cousin's packs' got ambushed.She held the bags and ran out the door. She ran as fast as she could and others joined us along the way. I saw wolves fighting, everywhere. Some had blood on their mouths, others looked like they just shifted to aid in the figh
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