Elena POV
I used to love climbing trees when I was little. I climbed them every day and hid amongst the branches anytime my mother would come find me, only coming down when I was done playing.
No matter how much my mother scolded, I would still end up on a tree the very next day.
One day, when I was seven, I hid in a tree as usual and fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was already night. I crept home quietly, only to find it empty.
At first, I thought my mother had gone to attend a pack meeting and waited for her. But as the night wore on, hunger won over all the joy I’d gotten from playing to my heart’s content.
I cried softly at first, then louder until I was practically wailing for my mother.
Fortunately, a passing pack member heard me and entered the house to bring me out,
