My father never wanted kids but he couldn’t stop my mother from having me. And once I was here, he was wrapped around my little finger. I was his baby girl, his little princess. Everyone missed my mom, the Luna of our pack when she died, but everyone loved me just the same. The entire pack treated me like their own pup and their kids treated me like their sister. I was always happy. Our pack was happy. Happy until the first full moon after my seventh birthday when I was stolen.