Balthazar’s POV
Sixteen years ago
Sylvia, I shouted, Where are you?
Daddy, Mom is sleeping, shhh.
I picked her up and kissed her cheek. My little wolf. What are you up to?
Nothing. I play with a bunny, a lizard, and a chicken. I asked them to do funny things, and they listened like they were my friends.
I asked them to tumble; she giggled. They’re cute.
Honey, you need to stop that; no more playing with the animals.
The alarm blared.
We’re being attacked, I shouted.
Listen to me. I must hide you. Promise me you’ll never play with animals again, Victoria, I shouted.
Okay, Daddy, don’t be mad at me.
Now stay here until I come and get you. Victoria, there are bad people outside. Don’t come out.
Victoria nodded.
I rushed outside and saw the pack gathered. My beta pointed the
