{{Pups}}
I see them, chasing everyone in our pack. Killing everyone as they move through. Some of them are not wolves.
I see witches and vampires too. But why are they doing this? We havenʻt done anything wrong. I crawl through the
field of white flowers, where I know they cannot see my white coat. I cannot find my family and I hear screams
coming from the packhouse. I lay still and hear noises coming closer to me, like someone crawling on all fours. Iʻm
scared but will fight if I have to. My eyes are underneath with the flowers above me and I see something move. I get
ready to charge. Closer, closer until I can see a clear picture. I see blue and green eyes looking at me. My eyeʻs come
big as saucers as I see her. Itʻs Yarrow!
Sheʻs been crying too. We are bo
