Hi everyone. I'm looking forward to writing this story. I adore Kelley Armstrong, she's just a one woman supernatural fiction machine. I love her writing so much. I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Olivia and her family. (Basically her dad and a deceased mum) All other characters in this story belong to the paranormal genius of Kelley Armstrong.

Anyway, when I wrote this I was thinking about a dream I had. I decided that mutts really do get a tough time, and even though the majority do deserve it, there must be some nice mutts out there. You could think of the nice ones as lone wolves instead of mutts. Anyway, have a read and see what you think. Enjoy...

Chapter One – Nothing Lasts Forever

Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The Carriage held but just Ourselves --
And Immortality.

Emily Dickinson

She was unique. Daddy had always made sure she knew that. She was special. She was different. There was no one else like her in the world. She thought it was silly of Daddy to say that. She already knew she was different. Everybody was different. No-one could ever be exactly the same as another person. Even twins had different fingerprints. But Daddy always told her she was extra special. He said that no-one else in the world had what he had. That was why they were always running away. That was why she didn't get to make friends in the towns they stopped at. That was why Daddy got angry if she talked to strangers. That was why Mummy died.

When Daddy had told her she was special, he had told her about magic. Not the silly magic the magician used at the circus they stopped at, the big one they'd been to in Ottawa. That was pretend magic. What Daddy could do, what Mummy used to do, what Olivia would one day be able to do, was real magic. Daddy had shown her once. He had gone into the kitchen, made some funny noises, and a big yellow wolf had come out. Olivia hadn't believed him. She'd squealed and hidden behind the sofa. But then the wolf had wagged it's tail, like a huge friendly dog. It had played with her, and licked her cheek. She knew it was Daddy then. She knew it was real magic.

Daddy said Mummy used to be able to do the same thing, turn into a wolf, but Mummy had been a bit smaller. She was a brown wolf too, the colour of her hair. Olivia would be a yellow wolf like Daddy. Daddy promised Olivia would be able to do the magic too. She'd do the magic even better than him, because both her Mummy and Daddy had the magic. Daddy also told her about a big group of magic wolves, called The Pack. He said the Pack sorted out naughty wolves, who didn't follow the rules. He said that The Pack thought they were naughty wolves, and that was why they must never meet them. He thought Olivia was special, but The Pack wouldn't think so. They would think she was a monster. She didn't want to be a monster.

They were in Buffalo when The Pack found them. Olivia didn't want to be a monster.

-x-x-x-

"In here sweetheart!" Daddy whispered, pushing her behind a skip. Daddy had run down an alley. Olivia didn't like it; everything was dark and Daddy was scared. He had hidden her in his coat when they had seen the blonde man. There was a tall lady with him as well, and a dark-haired man with a sad face. They had seen Daddy, but they hadn't seen Olivia. Daddy had run out into the street. It was October and very snowy. Daddy's footsteps made crunching sounds in the snow. Olivia was crying when he hid her in the alley. The tall people scared her.

"Jason Monroe." The dark-haired man had said, walking into the alley. Daddy had turned to face them, shielding Olivia's hiding place with his body.

"You found me then." Daddy said, pretending to smile.

"It took a while but we did. We've warned you one too many times about the penalty for human murder. You know the consequences."

"I'm ready for the consequences, but are you ready for the rebellion?"

"Jason, fighting will only make it worse."

Daddy looked at the floor, clenching his fists into tight balls. "Did you ever wonder," he said through gritted teeth, "that perhaps by killing those humans I was protecting something I love?"

"Regardless of the reason, you killed four humans. You aren't a skilled killer Jason, those bodies were easy to find. We had to clear up your mess in order to avoid exposing the werewolf race. Too many mistakes, Jason."

"Jeremy," the blonde man growled, "talking wont help him."

The man, Jeremy, stepped towards Daddy. "Please Jason, this will only be a second. Mercy is something I'm good at."

Daddy snarled, meeting the man's eyes. "Tell her, I love her." A flicker of confusion flashed briefly through the dark-haired man's eyes. Then he twisted Daddy's neck. His head went round the wrong way. Before his eyes dimmed with death, Olivia saw a flash of fear, and something she lived to receive from Daddy. Pure fatherly love.

"No!" She squealed, "Daddy!"

The lady who was with the men jumped forward, over Daddy's body and into Olivia's hiding place. Her eyes opened wide as she spotted Olivia, whose little body was curled in on itself in fear. Olivia hiccuped, tears rolling down her cold pink face. "Daddy." She mumbled, clutching the gold locket he had given her.

"Jeremy?" The lady said, picking Olivia up. Jeremy stepped forward, sniffing the air. His eyes widened, just like the lady's had.

"She's wolf. Like the twins."

"This was who he meant. This was who he was protecting."

"She might not be his," the blonde man said, growling, "she might just be some kid he stole. He probably wanted to make a meal out of her."

"Shut up Clay," the lady snarled, "you can smell Monroe on her just as easily as I can, and you can smell the wolf. You saw with your own eyes he was protecting her."

"Daddy?" Olivia whispered, tugging the lady's jacket. She hiccuped again and snivelled, a tear dribbling down her face.

"Jeremy, you don't think we made the wrong decision do you?"

"No. The reasons for his actions may have been good, but that doesn't excuse them. Take her to the car. She's under our protection now, we owe him that. Clay and I will meet you there shortly.

The lady walked past Jeremy, Olivia cradled in her arms. Jeremy stretched out one big hand. He gently stroked the soft locks on Olivia's head. "He loves you." He whispered.

The night had been cold. It had been frightening. Olivia was two years old. After a hot bath and a long sleep,she would forget that night for a long time. Only fifteen-years-later would she start to search for answers.

Voilà!!!!!!!!!!

There you go, the first chapter to this story. I tried to keep the emotions of a child while still giving the detail you get with third-person narrative. I hope it worked. I've kept it short for storyline purposes. The next chapters will be a lot longer. :) Anyway, I'd love to here what you think so PM me or review.

Bye Bye.