Karisma’s POV (Age 7)
Classes are normal for the most part. I am still wondering what the uneasy feeling I was getting earlier was. It is about an hour before lunchtime. I finished up my math worksheet and had just sat down in the corner to read while everyone else was finishing up.
My bad feeling increased as the sun got lost behind thick, dark clouds. I was never a big fan of storms, and I am starting to wish that I had stayed home today.
All of a sudden, the pack alarms are blaring to life. Red lights are flashing everywhere. The pack is under attack. I am looking for Willow and then remember that she is still home with food poisoning. I run to the door leading to the safe room with the other kids, but the shattering glass from behind us makes me turn.
Two filthy pale men with blood
