October 31st 2003.
Every Leighs first halloween and they have her dressed as a pumpkin. We wolves aren’t really big on Halloween. More so the month of the harvest, but they want EverLeigh to live as humanly as possible.
We knew the moment she was born she was the next white wolf, she would heal like a human for the most part and have the strength of one. So the more people thought she was, the less the better. There will come a day when I will die for simply being found a white wolf. We didn’t want the same for her.
I guess it doesn't help that she’s the white wolf of the prophets. December, the year she turns 18, her white wolf abilities will begin to form and by her 19th birthday she’ll either be dead or she will win. But until then, I get to watch her grow, but not like my own.
