Chapter 47

Before I was born, Mom and Dad lived in a different pack. I vaguely remembered the jagged mountains in the distance, and the sticky humid air. We hadn't lived here long, not nearly long enough for me to gain any substantial memories.

The house I stood in looked familiar yet completely foreign. It was a small house, but the inside was pristine and new. A large navy sofa sat against the far wall, cluttered with old dolls and toys. Coloring books were scattered along the floor, broken crayons tossed throughout the house. A small kitchen sat to the left, and a narrow staircase sat to the right. The sound of enthusiastic giggling drew my attention outside. I pulled open the front door and was met by a small concrete patio.

Just out front of the small house was the younger version of myself. I wasn't sure how old I had been at the time. This was the youngest I've seen myself yet. Years before my Dad had died, years before we moved to Atlas's pack. I sat in the ankle length g