Pov Liberty
I stared down at my hands covered in blood, my whole body cold and numb from the wound in my side. "Mum", I cried out but my voice was just a whisper.
I stumbled forward, careful not to trip on the body on the floor I reached for the door knob. The screams and cries from the pack were deafening.
I hadn't shifted yet because I was only 13, my wolf hadn't come so I couldn't heal myself. I could feel my body feel weak as I pushed through the people running from the town hall.
I tried calling again and again but my cries fell silent through the noise. I had been caught in the war of our packs, the Jenkins and the Drakos.
As the darkness surrounded me and I started to feel dizzy I heard the scream of my mother giving a pang of hope that I would survive, “Liberty”, I
