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"Evangeline! Hurry up!" My mother's worried voice was blurred in with the others.

"Mom! What's happening?" I asked, my hand forming an iron grip on my mother's.

There were so many people, all squishing each other.

All trying to get out somehow, for reasons I couldn't understand.

"Eva!" My mother yelled, pulling me through the crowd of people.

She kept me close, making sure I wasn't trampled by the hundreds of people.

"What's happening!" My squeaky, 8 year old voice strained.

"An attack, Eva! An attack is happening, and your standing there asking questions!" my mother yelled, trying to make her voice known above the crowd.

I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

People were moving in every direction, trying to get away from something.

What happened that was so important?

We were all seated, listening to the elder council say whatever they needed to say, something about protecting us young wolves.

They had made sure that every werewolf that had already shifted, was present. I was one of them.

 Suddenly there was this loud bang, and one of the elders fell off the large stage.

Then everyone was screaming, and running in every single direction.

Mother said an attack, but why would anyone want to attack us?

I snapped out of my thoughts, as something heavy bumped into my shoulder.

My eyes quickly glanced up, as a sort of electricity sensation shot in my shoulder.

What was that?

My hand went up to touch the person that just bumped me, a boy it looked like, a couple inches taller then me with dark hair.

I watched as my hand neared him as he was turning to look at me when he was jerked away in the crowd.

No!

For some reason, I began screaming like most of the people clearing out. Each one clutching onto their children like no tomorrow.

My scream out won most of the rest of the screams.

No! I wanted to him!

I oddly needed him for some odd reason.

I couldn't understand these odd feelings going through me.

All I knew was that I wanted him.

Really bad.

I would even give up all the ice cream and candy in my fridge at home just to have him.

"Mom! No!" I screamed as she covered my mouth with her hand to stop my screams and crys, as she wrapped her hand around my waist lifting me and running faster.

My cheeks were soaked in tears, my mouth covered as I heard more loud noises and louder screams.

No!

Why won't she put me down!

He can get hurt!

He can fall, and scrape his knee!

Who's going to make his boo-boo feel better?

Suddenly, mother stuffed me into the car and began yelling.

Taking that to my advantage, I tried to jump back out of the car to go after it to only have my worried father shut the door, and jump into the car.

My little fists banged onto the window, as I lay my cheek against it, my tears wetting the glass.

Why?

Why couldn't we go back!

I screamed, as my father quickly began the car and pressed the magic button on the car that makes it move, and I fell back into my seat.

Curling into a ball, I sobbed, my nails digging into the seat as I put them together.

They were shaking quickly, and I couldn't keep them still.

"They're taking the children!" I heard my father scream into his phone.

Taking children?

Oh no!

I removed my hands and kicked around angrily.

He can be hurt!

Anna, my wolf that mother said I could name, was howling inside my head.

She kept urging me to let her get out, but mother and father had said never to let Anna out.

They said it could be dangerous, and that Anna and I could get hurt.

"Eva! Stop it!" my mother yelled, trying to get a hold on me so she could stop what must look like a tantrum in her head.

"Mom! The boy! The boy could be hurt! We have to go back for him! We have too!" I screamed, thrashing around in her arms, as I saw us getting further and further away from the stage.

"What if he gets hurt, mother? What if something bad happens to him!" I cried.

Mother jerked my chin looking seriously into my eyes, as if to tell me to stop crying.

"Evangeline! There is no boy! We have to get you out of here understand?" she practically yelled, in a caring manner, "Mother and father can't do that when your being a bad girl understand?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stop the sobs coming out, silent tears streaming down my cheeks.

My mother looked at me, hugging me close and whispering comforting words as I sobbed into her shoulder, "Shhh, baby. It's okay. I know your scared. It's okay. It'll all be over soon."

Why can't she understand that it's not me that I'm scared for?

The car came to a stop then, as mother got out holding me to her chest.

We entered our large house, or as I thought of it as a castle, and mother set me down wiping my tears.

My father came to me, kissing my forehead.

He grabbed his phone and mother hers, and they were about to call when I dropped to the floor in pain.

A weird sensation, like the one I had when I scrapped the side of my leg, began in my chest.

It was from the back, certain points began aching first before the pain spread out through my entire body.

I screamed, more tears flowing down my cheeks as the pain engulfed me.

Blinking really quickly, my parent my my side, their lips moving yet no words coming out.

I tried to scream for my mother, though all I saw her crying face as she cradled my body in her arms sobbing.

Next thing I know, my father is ushering in Dean. He was our pack doctor and my uncle.

They carried me to our large sofa, as he quickly began checking me.

My vision was blinking between sight and black spots.

I felt Dean place a hand on my forehead and he closed my eyes.

I kept my eyes shut, mainly because I couldn't open them. They felt too heavy.

Though as my vision was out, I began to hear better though my wolfs howling was hurting my head.

"....happen?" Dean asked.

"I....I don't know! We ran, she began crying.....and oh Dean! What's wrong with her!" my mothers voice cried.

"I.......I don't know! She's in pain though her body is completely fine! She has no wounds or bruises,'' Dean said quickly.

"May....Maybe it's internal, Dean! Maybe her bone broke or something! I don't know! Just find out what's wrong with my cupcake," my father, using his beta voice, commanded Dean with desperation.

More howling.

"Mike.....," Dean said before checking my body again, "Are you sure that nothing else happened? She's not in shock or anything!"

"She....she...wait! She said something about a boy! Did a boy hurt our baby? I am go......" my mothers crying turned into rage.

"Wait! A boy?" there was a pause, "A boy was at the meeting, the same meeting where those filthy rouges planned to kill the young wolves, then she was crying and talking about the boy, and now she's in pain!"

I felt weaker and weaker, my wolf gave up howling and was now silent. Almost like she wasn't there.

Hearing a few gasps and my mother clutching my hand, Dean said the three words that mother said I would most likely hear when I was around 18.

The three words that my parents had taught me a couple days after my first shift. Something they said would fulfil my world, as they starred into each others eyes lovingly.

They said it could happen at any time, now that I had first shifted.

Though Dean added one more word.

The same words I would dread for the rest of my life.

"Her mate is dead."

 ***

I shot up in my bed, my hand grabbing my chest and my other on my forehead.

What surprised me the most was all the people standing in the room with me. What looked like a hospital room.

"She's alive?" the lady with the lab coat thing said, surprised.

What just happen?

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