Being surrounded by a purple mist and splattered blood, that's what I dream about most nights. In fact, it's what most of us dream about most nights. We know why and this is a snapshot of what really happened! But this is what plagues our dreams and has done for years. Some nights the nightmares are more realistic than others. It should never have happened; we should not have to re-live that day, night after night. Dad can’t help with the nightmares, but he makes us so physically exhausted that our bodies need rest!

13 years ago, we were in kindergarten when our pack was attacked by rogue wolves and something that could shoot an energy bolt. It was a targeted attack. It was assumed that Miss Cassidy was the target as she was a witch living in a wolf community, with her mate. The janitor fought the rogues outside of our classroom. Mom and Miss Cassidy barracked the door inside. He tried his best but he was overpowered and killed! The door was forced open and as soon as it was, an energy bolt shot through the door into my mom's chest and out of her back, killing her instantly. The energy bolt carried on travelling, straight into the back of Miss Cassidy. It was Miss Cassidy's blood that sprayed us all as the energy bolt escaped her body. This was followed by a purple mist that contained all of her magic. We were covered in it.

The rogues swarmed the room stomping on my mom’s dead body. Licking and biting Miss Cassidy’s corpse, trying to ingest her powers. When they saw us covered in blood, they headed toward us as we were cowering in the corner of the room. They started ripping off our clothes with their teeth, licking us, biting us, trying to get any and magical that we may have been covered in!

The only reason they stopped them was because the pack warriors arrived. A fight took place in the school hall. All the rogues were killed, some of the pack members were injured. No one knew where the energy bolt came from and no one was ever found!

When the Alpha came, he found 3 dead bodies and 15 mauled and petrified and 4-year-olds who were naked other than covered in their own blood. It was a targeted attack; Miss Cassidy was the target and everyone else was collateral damage. My mom was collateral damage! Mr. Sampson the janitor was collateral damage! We were collateral damage.

My name is Lily Elizabeth Emma Lockwood. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of our group leader, he is not our alpha. My dad is the Alpha's younger brother. He decided that we were leaving the pack after the attack as I was struggling emotionally. My friend’s parents also felt the same. Rather than Alpha Rylee losing so many pack members, it was decided that we would be granted temporary leave and return when we got our wolves, so we could be initiated into the Forest Green pack in America. We should all receive them within the same year. Dad was to oversee everyone and report to Alpha Rylee frequently.

Dad moved us all to England, where there were few wolf shifter communities and we could be quite isolated. There are 15 families, including me and dad. We have our own section of land and houses.

When it came to my 13th birthday, I was blessed with the most beautiful wolf named Skylar, but I also received some extra gifts as well! My human self-appeared to be faster and stronger than the day before. If that wasn’t good enough, I also had the ability to manifest electricity. Skylar, my wolf, cannot use these gifts, but she is ferocious. She doesn't need any help anyway.

My friends were all the same on their 13th birthday. All experiencing additional speed and strength with an extra gift. Our parents didn’t know what to make of the situation, but they were also worried about it.

Dad organized with his brother that we could stay in England for a bit longer due to our education. I did speak to Uncle Lee regularly, but dad always told me to hide my gifts from him. Uncle Lee liked his nickname. In return, he called me Lilypad. He was the only family we have and it was nice to have a personal connection with him. He always asked when I was coming home, he had lots of stories to tell me about my dad when he was younger.