12: Myra

A trembling motion stirred the young Wolf pup awake. She sat up quickly, still half asleep. Another rumble. An earthquake? Her eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly. Everything remained as they were. Pictures hung on the walls. Figurines stationary on shelves. Yet the tremor occurred a third time. Inside her head. It was minor the first two times, which had confused her that an earthquake was taking place.

"Dad?" Myra called out nervously. She rolled herself out of bed and made her way to her bedroom door. "Dad!"

"Myra." Her father's grovel voice reached her from down the hall. She peered down to his bedroom door, where she found Jayce leaned up against his doorframe for support.

"Dad?" Alarms went off in her head. She sensed that something was off with him. Especially with her mother in the hospital again. They did not give her many details about the situation, but it wasn't rocket science. Her mother was changing. She has always sensed that since her brothers were born. Lily wa