Elena POV

I used to love climbing trees when I was little. I climbed them every day and hid amongst the branches anytime my mother would come find me, only coming down when I was done playing.

One day, when I was seven, I hid in a tree as usual and fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was already night. I crept home quietly, only to find it empty.

At first, I thought my mother had gone to attend a pack meeting and waited for her. But as the night wore on, hunger won over all the joy ...