A Glance Towards Green Moss Pack

The car zoomed past my pack and the memories I had with my mother flashed back across my mind. I remembered when I was a five years old child and my milk teeth had just fallen off.

I remembered I had cried my eyes out in front of the pack house fearing it wouldn't grow back, and then, I had thought when I meet my mate in the future, he would think I was a ugly girl.

My mother had stepped out, picking me up into her arms for a hug while I kept on cursing the stone I had tripped over.

"It's ok Sel, It's a weak tooth and it would grow back in no time for a permanent one." She said and I bursted into a loud wail making her feel shocked at my reaction.

"I'm weak just like my teeth. Isn't there a part of me that's strong?" I wailed bitterly.

My mother leaned forward and pulled my chin up so that my blue eyes met hers.

"Who told you you're weak?" She asked me with rage surging through her, as I glanced out of the window, imagining the only one person that would make me feel so low. I co