The salty smell of the sea and the howling wind block my senses, I feel numb.
My life had just crumbled a few weeks ago, everything I knew gone, school, home, even the K's and Jimi. But the biggest loss is my pack - Tom, Shannon and Rhydian. Rhydian, the boy I love.
I look to my mam and dad "It's okay pet we'll be safe soon" mam reassures me.
But her words just leave an empty feeling inside - I don't want to go, I want my pack, my family.
"Mads, I know it's hard but we'll cope, it'll die down in a few years and we'll come back" dad says while hugging me and mam close.
The horn of the ship docking blares loudly, it sounds like a death toll.
I prepare myself for our inevitable departure but no preparation will save my heart from this.
Screeching tyres breaks me out of the trance, I look to the right only to see a woman, a wolfblood dressed in black. She marches towards us, "The Smith family?" she questions in a brisk tone.
I find my voice "Yes, what is it" I demand.
"Victoria Sweeney head of security for Segolia would like me to inform you that Rebecca Whitewood has been dealt with - your identities are safe" she states calmly.
"We can go home" me, mam and dad exclaim at the same time.
"That is correct" she replies.
Relief, happiness and incredulousness overcome me at once, I can go home to my pack, we can go home.
So first ever fanfic, creative critism would be appreciated and I am open to ideas.
