Childhood Memory

Evie's POV "Where are you going, Crystal?" My mother asked from behind me. "I'm going to play with Deklan, mom." My ten-year-old self answered as I ran towards the woods. I passed trees and bushes as I made my way towards where Deklan and I would meet and play. Even though he was six years older than me, he never failed to keep me company. He would always play with me when no one else would. I was born into a werewolf family, but I was born without a wolf, making everyone look down on me. We werewolves come to life with our wolves with us, but we don't shift until we are sixteen years of age and me not having a wolf made me the pack's disgrace, even my parents weren't that fond of me. Deklan only, however, was the one that stayed by my side and became my friend. I was still running between the trees when something caught my eyes. I hid behind a large tree trunk and watched as two bulky men dragged a small boy to what seemed like an underground cell. The boy appeared to be my age, give