I sprint toward the flower garden of the pack house, Rosalie's hand in mine. Luna Amber is going to arrange some gorgeous daisies in the dining room vase after getting them. We are the most pampered pups in the pack, and my friend and I are having a great time together.

The world darkens, a black curtain descends, and Rosalie's hand leaves mine. In a state of desperation, I scream out to her; she answers, but her voice sounds distant. After some time, lights start flashing in front of ...