They're Dead Men Walking

I can still feel the cold winters night on my skin, I remember because that was the night my parents were murdered. Of course I cant remember the exact details. I was only 8. It was all a blur, sometimes I think it was just a bad dream- I wish it was a bad dream. But it's not.

I watched it happen, right before my eyes.
I was a frozen, scared little girl. Weak.
Once they were dead, they came for me.
I ran.
I don't know why I didn't run back to the pack house. Get the Alpha, Beta, my brother. I just ran, avoiding their claw like arms, running through the gaps they hadn't blocked. I don't know how long I ran for, it was like they were teasing me, making me run for my life on weak, small wobbly legs.
I would have been dead. I should have been dead. But he found me, saved me, took me in to his home.
My Guardian. The Alpha. He accepted me into the pack.

I have been training ever since, 9 years to be exact. Im 17 and already a pack worrier.
Im going to hunt down the people that killed, broke and executed my parents. But I'm going to do much worse to them.

They're dead men walking.