Capture My Heart

Chapter 1: Caroline's POV

A/N- Picture of Caroline to the side!!!

Chapter 1 

Caroline's POV

"Are we there yet?" A whiny, high-pitched voice squeaked, stirring me from my light slumber. I lifted me head groggily off the window, turning to see my eleven year old sister bouncing in her seat, her face pressed against the glass.

This was about the fifth time she had asked, and it was driving me, along with our parents, crazy. She stared at every house that we passed, curious as to which one was ours.

Mother sighed, leaning her head back on the headrest. "We are almost there. Stop asking."

Dad stayed silent in the drivers seat, his hands tight on the wheel, his knuckles turning white. We had listened to Emily for about seven hours now, and we had all about blown our tops. She just didn't know when to stop talking.

The car slowed down, pulling into a neighborhood called River View Park. This would now be the place I called home. We drove slowly, taking a left, then a right onto our street.

Emily and I had only heard stories and seen pictures of this street and our new house. We had never actually been here. We stayed at Grandma Lily's house while Mom and Dad drove out here to see the house. They fell in love with it instantly, and decided as soon as they looked inside that they wanted it.

They gave no acknowledgement to my pleading to stay. I loved where we lived. I didn't want to leave the house that I've lived in since I was born.

Though now, it wasn't safe anymore. Our pack, The Snow Eagle Pack, is being attacked by neighboring packs and rogues. The Snow Eagle Pack is not a large pack either. We didn't have the massive numbers to defend ourselves. Granted, the wolves we did have were strong, skillful fighters. But it just wasn't good enough.

The attacks were getting worse, and Mom was fearing for our lives. What if the next attack would reach our house? Were we really going to stay and risk our lives, instead of leaving, which would be the easy way out? Dad was reluctant at first, because he held the Beta position. It wasn't in a wolf's nature to drop a leading role in a pack.

But a wolf's urge to protect his mate and family is stronger than anything a wolf can feel.

But Alpha Charles insisted we leave and save ourselves the pain of watching the pack fall apart. Dad then took that opportunity, and as soon as we were packed we ran.

It didn't feel right, leaving the pack like we did. Even though we were not even close to the only ones doing it, it still felt wrong. We were giving up on our life. Our pack. Abandoning what we have lived with our whole lives.

Unlike most people who left the pack, we actually had somewhere to go. Mom has a sister who lives in a pack in Minnesota. In fact, it's the largest pack in the U.S. The Alpha, Dominic, was already aware of our arrival, and was prepared to accept us into his pack of 438 wolves.

I was nervous, never having been to an acceptance ceremony. I was born into a pack, and never expected I would have to leave and join a new one in my lifetime. I didn't know how it worked.

I caught Mom's beaming smile in the rear view mirror, and it brought a smile to my own face. I looked out the window, fully appreciating the beauty of our street.

About eight houses lined each side of the street, all different, but matching in its own way. Each lawn was well taken care of, clean and cut. Children played outside, kicking balls across the street to each other, only pausing to let our car pass.

Some houses sported flowers, lined against the house to add to it's color. Some had porch swings. some had trees. Each house was unique, different in its own way.

Dad pulled into the driveway of our pale yellow house, putting it in park and getting out. I opened the door and stretched, my legs cramped and sore from the seven hour drive.

Our house was beautiful, the 5th one down on the right side of the street. It was painted a soft yellow that reminded me of the center of a daisy. The front door was a dark mahogany, a shade darker than the furniture on the white porch. Someone had planted red and yellow roses along the front. It was well kept, with no weeds to take away the roses beauty.

Three windows faced the street, one on the first floor to the left of the door. The other two were up on the second floor, one to my parents room. The other was to the larger of the teo small bedrooms, and I had already claimed it as mine.

When I was done studying the house, I walked to the back of the car, grabbing my suitcase. I had a few outfits in there, so I could have easier access to some clothes while I unpacked everything else. The moving van was just now pulling up to the front of our house.

I decided to take my belongings up to my room, and then explore the house. I stroll to the front door, the sounds of Emily squealing fading behind me as I reach the door.

I turn the knob and swing it open, stepping inside onto the light brown floor.

I gasp, almost dropping my hold on the suitcase handle. It was amazing! If I thought the outside was gorgeous, I had nothing to explain the interior.

It was what I had pictured my dream house to be.

When you walk in, you have about nine feet until you hit the landing of the stairs. To the left is the living room, and what I can see of it is huge. To the right is a hallway leading back into the house. It shares a wall with the ascending staircase. At the end of the hall is what little glimpse I have of the kitchen. It's there that the light wooden floor turns to rocky grey tile.

In the hallway is three doors, one that I am guessing leads to the basement. After taking my suitcase up, I would look further.

I put my hand on the railing, dragging my luggage up step by step. I yank it up the last one. At the top of the stairs the hallway splits left and right. I look down the right hall. On the far wall is Emily's room. Her window faces the backyard, and I almost feel sorry that she got the lesser of two views. Hint the Almost.

I turn left, passing the first two doors, one on the left, the other on the right. My parents bedroom and the hall bathroom. I reach the second door on the left. It is already slightly ajar, and I use my foot to push it open.

I slink in, taking a look around at the pale purple walls that instantly remind me of my old room. Looking around, I remember that the whole house came with furniture, and I actually liked what was already here better than my own stuff.

I set my bags down, taking in my already done room. On the far wall with the window is a bed, right under the large window. On the left wall is a walk-in closet, and another door that leads to a small bathroom. A bedside tannish table sits next to the bed. A dark brown dresser stands next to where I walked in.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear the footsteps behind me, until a hand landed on my shoulder. I screamed whipping around, shocked at what I saw.