I see a small version of myself running through a meadow, golden flowers in full bloom and the sun shining brightly as a cool breeze. I remember this place, just south of my old home, still in our territory. Little me reaches the line of trees, trying to hard to be quiet, and she climbs up into one of the trees.
I remember this day vividly. I couldn't have been more than nine years old, playing hide and seek with my brothers and the beta’s son. Exactly as I remember happening, I watch myself fall out of the tree, land on my arm and begin to cry.
A boy I hadn’t thought of for years now walks up, kneeling down next to me.
“What happened?” he asks gruffly. Max was never the nice guy, but he was responsible. More responsible than any kid, now that I think about it. He wasn't reckle
