The First Snowfall

Synopsis:

Fate is a wonderful thing, but it can also be cunning.    

Love is an amazing feeling, but it can also hurt in the deepest way possible.     

Death is fearful, but it can also lead us to the person who we're bound to spend the rest of our lives with. 

Secrets can cause pain, and when it will be uncovered, sacrifices will be made; even if it means dying to protect someone you love.     

And when there is an escape, you're too late; you're already trapped in a twisted fate.  

And it all started in The First Snowfall.

A/N:

Welcome to the sequel of THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME. If anyone wants to make a trailer for this book, I'd be happy to tell you the details. Message me! :D

Okay, back to the topic about the book. This book will be somewhat about Sky, Amethyst, Accalia, Kurt, and Rolf... in no particular order. There may be flashbacks of the characters of the first book.

Enjoy! x

Prologue

 

5 years later…

(November 26; 18:22)

 

                The cold breeze kisses my skin, as I sit down on the steps of the porch, watching the dark grey clouds pass by. I close my eyes and let out a soft sigh.

                “Happy fifth birthday, Amethyst,” I hear my brother say, taking a seat beside me.

                I faintly smile at him and reply, “Thank you.” Five years old, with a mind like the Royal Triplets.

                “The triplets will be home tonight at eight at the most,” he says in a smooth voice, making me feel comforted by the fact that they would be here on my birthday.

                “Skyler, why do I feel like there’s something missing?” I ask my eight-year-old brother, as I look into his rich brown eyes.

                He smiles weakly, and pats my head. “Don’t we all?”

                I look at the ground and sigh. “I saw them,” I say breathlessly.

                I feel Skyler shift uncomfortably beside me. “Again?” He asks.

                “Yes,” I answer. “It’s the same old scene where my biological parents died, and yours, too.” For some reason, ever since I turned three-years-old, I’ve been dreaming nonstop about my real family, and what it used to be. Sometimes I’d get flashbacks of what happened before I was born. And I hate it. I hate being reminded that I was the sole reason my mother died. I hate seeing their deaths, together with the pack members. But I love to watch the romance that bloomed between my mother and my father, because though their love was a spell once, their true love overcame it, and made it even stronger.