AUTHOR's POV
I will tell you a story that took place a few years ago, before all tragedy took place,
Before someone was left scarred her whole life. There was a young girl, who lived normally and happy without any feeling of sorrow. She didn't had any dreams, she was clumsy yet always wanted to have fun. So she was the type to always get scolded by her parents.
But who could blame her? She was a young werewolf who wanted to roam around the lands freely, feeling the sense of freedom their species has.
Her happiness was adventure.
Going places after another,
Nothing seemed more important to her.
{"Jason! Where is Dad going today?"} She quietly asks her brother, Jason.
{"Dad will be going on a meeting with the Stone Pack."} He smiles warmly to her
