This is a one-shot which has been typed down with the given help of a mother in real life. This is purely fiction and was made since this had to be shared due to its uniqueness and fresh change from other novels. Beware though, this contains mention of suicide for those who feel uncomfortable. ... It starts when the mother woke up after having a dream and realised that her daughters should be told. When they gathered together, a tale was told. War had begun and families were torn apart along with closely knitted communities. Every strong man had took the Emperor's shilling too fight since it was the only way to make sure another like that wouldn't happen again. One of them was Tarin who had to depart with the only person he loved: his wife Jacalyn. Months then years grew longer like Jacalyn while she waited for her husband to come back like he promised. Desperate to end her life, she stole away to a haunted and abandoned castle where the deed would be done. However, halfway through putting her head through a noose, the face of her beloved husband appeared. Tarin?

Followed by her past Alex is a shapeshifter, a panther in a world of werewolf's. she has never met another of her kind. running all day everyday for years across pack lands gets tiring so what happens when she tries to settle down on her mates territory. Will her uncle let that happen?

A short story of a pivotal moment in my childhood when I realized my reality could be more than what was handed down to me.