AN: Happy Valentine's Day! Or whatever day you are reading this. I am trying to update this story at least every two weeks so sorry for the wait. But since this is Valentine's Day weekend and I love my readers I am going to post another chapter this weekend after this one. So without further interruption…

Chloe's POV:

I sit in the back seat listening to my parents happy chatter as we ride on our way home from a beautiful day in t rose fields.

Today was the day that all the white roses would bloom at once, and we got to spend the entire day there. We even had a picnic there, mom and I ran around and picked roses, carful of the thorns of course, and dad played Frisbee with me.

Then in the evening, at sunset, we all sat and watched the roses bloom. Mom said "I think the white are the prettiest because they remind me of a blank page. Ready for life to stain them with it wonders."

"Just like a kid" said dad, "in fact," He picked up one of the roses and put it in my hair, "There, a perfect combination, don't you think dear?" he asked mom. "Why yes, I think she looks beautiful" mom responded.

"Well that isn't new; she gets her beauty from her mother after all." Dad said, mom blushed and giggled "I think we should head home before it gets too late.

We were all singing the bottles of pop on the wall song when it happened. I saw some large think come barreling out of the forest, it looked like a dog but it was huge, it had black fur that looked like night had raped its self around this beast.

Everything went black for a short period of time then I woke up. My everything hurt as I crawled out of the car wreckage. I saw dad first his arms bent at impossible angles, I tried crying out for him but he wouldn't respond.

As I made my way over to him I thought that he may just be sleeping but when I turned his head over, I saw his unblinking blue eyes and an impossibly deep gash in his head. I sat there crying on his chest until I heard my mother's soothing voice saying "Shh, don't cry baby, don't cry."

I turned to face my mom,, to take comfort in her embrace, but what I saw sent shivers down my spine, my mom looked one hundred percent fine.

All accept the giant piece of jagged metal sticking from her chest. I got as close to her as I could and she reached out and stroked my hair, but when she tried to open her mouth blood came spilling out like a river, some splattering in my hair.

I watched as a single tear slipped down her face, then she was gone. As her hand slipped from my hair it pulled out the white rose, now stained red with her blood.

I woke up the next morning with tears streaming down my face, the dream was the same one I always had the day before the anniversary of my parents' death.

After the accident police said it was a stray dog, one they couldn't determine the breed of that ran in our way.

Only eight years later when I was approached by my soon to be employers did I find out that the dog was actually a rouge werewolf, one that went by the name of Cain.

When I was asked to join the agency, I was given a chance to stop rouge supernaturals form hurting people, how could I say no.

It was at training that I met Liz; we became sisters and have been partners ever since. She knows about what happened the night of the car accident but never pushes for more information, which I am thankful for.

She is also smart enough to pretend that today is just an ordinary day, which means of course school. And with that happy thought today just got about ten times longer.

AN: Cain was Derek's dad how will this affect Chloe when she finds out? Review if you want Derek's POV.