It all started the night our house went up in flames.

"get out of here xestabell" my dad yelled at me throught the flames of our burning house.

I wanted to follow him, but i was frozen in fear, unlike my dad i hadnt shifted yet so i was still scared in my mind of death. Usually when a pack member shifts they become less scared of death in order to protect the pack. i grabbed my older sister's hand looking down at her lizard tattoo on her wrist and trying not to cry as she pulled me away from the flames and telling me that he would be okay.

That was the last time i saw my dad and also the first time i shifted due to the pain from the pack breaking up. I never thought i would ever be enough to help the pack, but maybe this was my reason, to save us and lead us on into the future.