Blake's P. O. V.
When I was young I never had a normal childhood. Me, being the son of an alpha I never used to watch Disney movies or have someone read me bedtime stories. I learned about war and werewolves and death at a very early stage in my life. I remember once I went to ask my mother what it was and how it feels to die.
I remember her biting her lip, thinking hard about what she was going to answer her son. I remember her smiling and remember her warmth and her soft hand against my cheek. Although I don't remember everything about her like the colour of her eyes or some of my other memories I do remember my mother's reply.
"Nobody knows what death feels like until they experience it. Some say that if a person lived a good life, the moon goddess will take your hand and you'd trave
