Who i am.

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Chapter 1 My name is Ashley, I am 17 years old...  I had a happy childhood until my father died nearly 2 years ago. My father was the Alphas beta and our pack was wonderful, it was full of life and there was never a dull moment with parties being help for other Alphas and their packs and tournaments being held every month for our warriors to prove they are the best. Everything changed when my father died, when we were attacked by another Alpha and his pack. They were meant to be signing a treaty of piece. My father told me "Ash, this will stop all wars in our state. we will never have to fight again, and I can keep you safe, just like I promised your mother." I groaned at the memory. You see, it is my fault that he is dead. I was only 15 when the Alpha from the Red Stakes pack and his pack members came into our territory. I didn't feel great on the day they were meant to arrive, my father stayed with me, he told me that although I was young that what I was going through was normal. "you are a little young to be turning so soon and through the day no less..” he held a momentary pause, sighed and looked me straight in the eye “you will be fine, come night fall you can run with the pack and take your place." he calmly patted my back and I could tell he was mind linking someone. "D-dad, just go, I-I’ll be okay. Honest dad, ju-just go" I whimpered and rolled over in pain. "Oh my sweet thing, I have just told Craig that I am staying here with you and will be at the signing as soon as I can. he is fine with it.. I .. I told him what’s happening and that right now my place is here with you." he smiled slightly but it never really reached his eyes. that's when I heard all hell breaking loose outside. People were screaming and children were crying. My dad yelled at me to hide the best I could and ran out the door. That was the last I would see my father, alive. When everything had settled, and I had gone through the worst of the pain I gather what strength I had left and made my way to the pack house. I opened my front door and I could see the bodies of the Red Stakes warriors and some of our warriors too. I could see some of their mates holding them and the pups being moved away into houses. I kept moving toward the pack house, the door was half open and I could hear Alpha Craig barking orders to get the pack doctor hear to tend to the wounded. I don't remember much from that moment on, everything is kind of blurry and things never seem to fit into order. First, I remember Alpha Craig yelling at me telling me this was my fault. Although I didn't understand why the other pack attacking was my fault? Second, I remember being there when they buried my father and the other deceased pack members. Third, I remember walking towards the house in the rain after I had seen my father laying lifeless on the floor, I remember seeing my father for the first time since he left the house. He was laying on his side in front of where our Alpha would normally be sitting in meetings with the other Alphas. He died protecting his Alpha and he died because he walked in on the beginning of a war between packs because he was late. He was late because he was looking after me and wouldn't leave me. It is my fault he is dead and for 2 years I have dealt with the abuse from the Alpha and other pack members because I got him killed.  
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