Prologue
The flames licked at her legs burning yet not touching her skin. The heat was rolling around the room, causing the atmosphere to turn to panic. She felt the people rush past here trying to escape, heard them begging for help. So much commotion erupted within the small space, creating a ringing in her ears.
Emotions were running high as the women hugged their children to their chests, knowing they weren't going to make it out of this alive. The men were clawing and digging at the walls and ground trying to find a way out. Kids were clutching tight to siblings and parents, confusion radiating through their beings. Everyone was trying to determine what was happening and how to fix the situation.
She turned in a circle wondering where she was, trying to find a familiar face among the blurred out faces. Then she found one, the one she didn't want to see. There in the center of all the stress and pain stood a beautiful woman, mahogany hair pulled into a bun and bright green eyes drowning in sorrow.
The Hales she realized, eyes stinging as tears overflowed and she started to cry, hands clutched to her chest. Pain burrowed in her heart as she took in the scene, and faces started to stand out. Those of Thomas, the Alpha mate, and Peter here left hand. Olivia cuddled next to here father with a baby girl and little boy situated in her lap. Humans and wolves alike being burned alive in the depths of the Hale house. Within a room meant to protect all it brought was death.