Prologue: Night Terrors
A/N WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+ Recommended
May include Explicit Language, Mental and Physical Abuse, and Sexually Explicit Descriptions. Read at your own RISK.
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Prologue: Night Terrors (3rd Person POV)
“Ahhh... Mommy. I’m scared. Mommy. Help me.” A small child cries in the night as he awakes from his slumber.
The door opens, there is a slight crash into the wall as a woman in her twenties enters the room. She has black hair and green eyes and is followed by a man of the same age with dark brown hair and green eyes as well. They are both are stumbling slightly from a night of partying and drinking.
“There’s mommy’s baby. Did you have a nightmare? Honey. Shh... It’s ok.” She coos to the 2-year-old boy who is crying in her arms.
“I can’t believe she is still asleep. I’m surprised that the entire house isn’t awake.” The man jokes looking over to the toddler bed where a black-haired 2-year-old girl slept.
“They would be if they weren’t so hammered.” She replies back. “They deserve it. We all do. After successfully shutting down the rogue problem in the area. We all needed to let our hair down.”
“I just wish we found who brought so many of them together.”
“I know. Me too.” She agreed.
“What’s that smell? Do you smell smoke?” He asked while opening the bedroom door. There were flames as tall as him on the other side. “Window now. Grab the kids.” They were luckily only on the second floor. She went first and he handed down first the girl, then the boy, and he followed after.
“I have to go back. Stay with the kids.” He announced as he turned back to the mansion that was now engulfed in flames.
“You can’t it’s gone. If they are still in there, they are gone.”
“NOOOOOO... I refuse to believe it. My brother. Your sister. They can’t be gone. The whole royal court can’t be gone.”
That’s when I woke up. The familiar smell of smoke evading my nose, every time I have this dream. It has been almost 16 years, but the dream makes me feel like it just happened. Hi, my name is Leigh, and this is how I lost my family and became the only surviving Royal wolf.