Fated With Tragedy

I was frozen. Confused, scared, worried... it was almost like I could feel my father's anguish, my mother's fear, as if it was a part of my own emotions. One moment I'm standing there, with my loving mother and father talking about what I'll do for my eighteenth birthday, the next minute I'm being pushed into the wardrobe in the corner of my room. As mother is attempting to close the doors of the wardrobe, she whispers "Find Alpha Trent of the Misty Moon Pack and tell him your name, tell him that we tried... tell him.." She sighs, "tell him we failed." Alpha? Trent? Pack? Thoughts are swirling in my head. "Mom! What do you mean? Let me out!" I whisper. Something in me is screaming for me to be quiet, that it's life or death. Mom looks at me sadly, like it's the last time she'll ever see me again. I see father pushing my bed frame onto its side, against the door. I hear him scream "Rachelle! They're here. We're out of time!" Mom then shuts the wardrobe completely, telling me "Don't come out, no matter what you hear. Find Alpha Trent, he will answer your questions, trust him... and we love you Aryia, we will always love you. Don't forget us." With that, I slump to the ground of the wardrobe, my legs giving out from under me. I can feel it, I can feel all of it. It's like a whirlwind of emotions, fear, love, hatred and most of all... the feeling of failure.My head is pounding, I put my hands to my head and try to get rid of all the intense feelings. I hear what sounds like someone pounding on my door, and whoever it is, they were bound to break it soon from the sounds it was making. I hear bones breaking, the sound of clothes ripping, and the door shattering into pieces, wood hitting all over the room. Theres...growling? I can hear growling! Did someone bring a dog? Please, please let mom and dad be okay! I pray silently while listening to the noises outside. Things are breaking, flying around the room, glass smashing and feet trampling across the broken glass. I hear multiple dogs growling and jaws snapping. Then I hear the most replusive noise I've ever heard... a sickening wet crunch. "Rowan, run." I hear my mother choke out, coughing, followed by a sad low whimper. I peek out the small crack in the door just in time to see a large gray wolf jump out of my bedroom window, breaking it with it's forehead, followed by two smaller brown wolves. My mother's body sprawled on the floor, a large bite taken out of her throat.. and a man. He was huge, at least six foot two, long brown hair that was falling into his face, almost covering a scar running from his right temple to the left corner of his mouth. I faltered a little, trying to take a step away from the chaos, forgetting where I am. I bump over a box I had kept in my wardrobe. I freeze. I see him scan the room looking for the source of the noise. As I start to panic, I whimper quietly as I witness my mother, half dead, bleeding profusely out of her neck, reach for the man's leg holding her wound with the other hand. "Drake, you'll never find her. Give up this foolish vendetta. Stop the bloodshed." She pulls her hand back to her side. He looks down at my mother, smirking, "You should have given me the girl when you had the chance. She's not even yours, Rachelle. Stupid mutt." He hissed, spitting on the ground next to her head. I cover my mouth and try to slow my breathing, panic rising within me. What? Not hers? Thats my mother... No... No! What is happening?! I'm battling with myself in my mind. With that, I see the man scan the room, scoffing, then laughing. Seemingly talking to himself, "Did you really think a simple door laced with silver through the wood and a silver handle would keep me at bay? I will admit it stung a little when I tried to open it...I wonder how much it hurt every time you came into your "little girls" room." He taunted, smirking. I see a glimmer in my mother's hand, a needle! My eyes widen as I see her use her remaining strength to stab it into his calf. "f*****g b***h!" He howls, pulling his leg away. "Wolfsbane? You're a clever b***h, too bad you had to be mated to that pathetic excuse of a man. I'd have chosen you myself." He pulls the syringe out of his leg, then uses his foot to hold my mother still, standing on her back. It was barely moving even without the extra weight. My eyes widen with horror as I see him pull out a gun. I close my eyes tightly, Oh god, please stop him! "You won't ever catch her" I hear my mother croak , followed by a deafening bang. "Don't worry" He laughs, " It's silver." I look again to see him walk to the window and jump . We're on the second floor, I think to myself, horrified.