Ciara was standing in a very familiar place. It was the backyard of the Moon Blessed pack house, her home. She saw a younger version of herself sitting down on a swing, crying.
The young Ciara was wearing a sky blue princess gown that was embroidered with golden threads and decorated with several gemstones. Ciara knew this gown too well.
It was the gown she had worn on her sixteenth birthday party.
A wave of anger swept through Ciara as she stared at her younger self crying as she sat on a swing. The perfect makeup done on her face looked horrific as tears streamed down from her eyes.
Ciara stomped over to her younger self and began screaming at her to stop crying. Sixteen-year-old Ciara didn’t pay her any mind. Ciara reached to grab sixteen-year-old Ciara’s shoulder, but her hand pa
