CHAPTER 1

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I came from a long line of warrior wearwolves. My father was the caption of our warrior tribe. I still remember the day the officer's came knocking on our door, March 17, 1979 the year they came. Me and my mom was in the kitchen washing the dishes and laughing we even played in the soap bubbles. I was only 7 then, mom looked at me and said "Me and daddy love's you Amy!" with a smile on her face.

We sat down at the kitchen table and mom started talking again. "I know you don't get to see your dad alot because of his job but he love's you and your little brother! He told me when he gets back he's going to take us somewhere special but I don't know where." She said smiling at the thought of him. I looked at her and smiled.

"I love you all!" I said. Mom was about to say something until we heard someone knocking on our door. We both looked at each other in suprise. Mom got up to answer the door. I was still in the kitchen, I heard my mom yelled out "NO!" I ran to the door.

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