I was thirteen.
The night my pack was raided.
My pack the Moon Runners was the strongest pack across the land we were smart and fierce and loyal and loving. All except one..........
Around 11:30 at night I heard it the rumbling of the earth I thought it was an earth quake so I hid under my bed I screamed for my mom and dad the alphas of our pack. Instead four of the pack warriors came in and barricaded the door.
I was so terrified.
11:35 I heard the first howl. I have heard howling ever since I was old enough to remember any thought I had. But this howl I will never forget. Haven't you heard they myth of how when you listen closely to a wolves howl you will here exactly what they want most? What they must deeply desire? The haunting desire behind this particular howl was blood. They were going to kill my pack.
11:40 The screams began. My wolf was on edge. My people were screaming for help. Women and children were being murdered and I could hear it all. I fought the guards. But they managed to pin me down and talk some sense into me I was far too young to run head first into a battle.
11:45 I sat on my bed two warriors by my door and two watching my every movement. This continued for ten minutes.
They were slowest ten minutes of my life. The screams of my people had me all but in wolf form. Eyes glowing claws growing. Hearing heightened. Then there was a pounding on the door.
The guards were in front of it before the pounding had even stopped. Then Elliot, one of our most skilled warriors, looked me in the eyes and pointed under the bed. I swung under the bed quickly obeying my superior and thought of what could be at the door. Then there was a crashing sound and I saw the door on the floor and I heard the sound of the guards shift except for two and then..
I heard jaws snapping.
Fur tearing.
Bones snapping.
Growls erupting.
Blood spilling.
And then I saw Elliot.
Falling.
His eyes were open and now they read guilt. Pain. He muttered an apology and blood came out of his mouth in a steady stream. I screamed.
12:15 I rolled out from under the bed and stood I grabbed a dagger off of a dead body. And looked into the eyes of something truely evil. Someone I previously wouldn't have thought twice about trusting her with my life. My aunt Elizabeth.
"What are you doing here?" I asked my voice soft as there was so many possibilities running through my head.
"I'm here to take back the pack that was supposed to be mine." Her voice chilling my blood.
"How could you? You are pack! Those are your packmates being killed out there!" I screamed at her.
I charged her dagger up and ready to stab her in the neck. I jumped at her. Then I was grabbed and thrown to the floor. She knelt down and played with a piece of my hair.
"You should know better than to try and kill me. I was actually thinking of letting you live to. Oh well" She replied laughing a sinister laugh standing up and waking away.
"I would rather die." I spat in her direction.
That my dear can be arranged. She took the dagger I had taken and brought it to my throat.
"Long live the pack." I scream.
"Oh yes long live the pack." She said smiling as I felt the sharp book blade enter the fragile skin of my neck.
I screamed and then, suddenly, I couldn't even make a sound.
My eyes locked with hers as I feel death trying to claim me.
I will not die I will live to see her death, it was up to me to avenge my pack, the fallen. It was a silent promise, but I'm known to keep my promises.
12:30 she must have missed my artery if I'm dying so slowly. But when I look down the hallway I see pack warriors run through and my aunt and her 'pack' running away. Some of them taking chase and others come to help me. My eyes begin to shut as I lose more and more blood.
I know I'll live, I have to.
