Night Walkers

One - Begining

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I have many spelling errors! I hope you all enjoy!

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I smiled as I walked down the wood stairs, yawning halfway down.

"You're alive?" My father questions like always when I sleep in till noon. Some of us just need more beauty sleep than others.

I roll my eyes jumping down five steps onto the white tiled floor. Running a hand through my brown hair, I groan as I find some knots I missed this morning while I was brushing my hair.

"I made pancakes!" My dad tries to sound happy, but we all know the meaning behind them. Looking into his eyes I can tell he won't touch one of them, it's to hard for him.

Eleven years.

I take a seat at the island, while my dad stands on the other side eyeing the food he made.

His green eyes blinked back any emotions before I could decipher what they where.

"They look delicious." I suck it up and put a smile on my face, grabbing a plate in my small hands as I reach for one.

"Honey, you don't have to eat them." He says looking down at my plate that now hosts one of the pancakes. I sigh and reach out, placing my hand over his.

"And you don't have to hide your emotions," He stands up, removing his hand from underneath mine. "Not from me." I plead but he just shakes his head, smiles at me and then leaves the kitchen. Picking up the pancakes the throw them out and clean up he rest of the dishes.

"River! Get cleaned up we are needed at the pack house!" He yells from his study and I don't reply, running up the stairs two at a time. We are never needed at the pack house, something big must be happening.

Pulling off my Pjs I pull on some clean underwear and a matching bra, followed by my high waisted jeans and a ten tree hoodie.

Taking another brush through my hair I hit that one knot and wince when I can't get it out. Finally giving up I grab a hair tie from my wrist and place my long hair in a messy bun.

Grabbing my combat boots I run down the stairs again, meeting my dad at the front door. He looks nervous as he fumbles with his tie.

I chuckle and grab his hands away, fixing it for him and smoothing it out when I finished.

"You remind me so much of her." His voice stays strong but both of us know that it hurts him most to talk about her.

"We should go." I say walking out the door pulling on one of my boots. He grabs the keys and slams he door to our small house shut. I jump on one foot as I pull on my last boot. Walking towards the truck, hopping in the passengers seat as my dad gets in front of the steering wheel.

"So do you know why we are needed?" I ask him grabbing the seat belt while he turns the key in the ignition, starting the truck.

"No, it's important though, everyone is being called back in." The hairs on the back of my neck stand tall as my wolf shivers from a bad feeling.

She hasn't felt this shaken since the day.

"D-Do you think that they could b-be back?" I stutter as he pulls onto the road, driving towards our destination. Clenching his fists till they turn white on the steering wheel.

"No, we made sure they wouldn't come back." He tries to reassure me, and I look down at my lap, he was strong, but another attack like that and he might not make it out alive.