*Warning this book is dark with many ups and downs, not for the emotional or faint hearted* Samantha. The wolves chased my mother and me through the woods, trying to kill us. My father had been betrayed and killed by his best friend. They had also killed my brother. We were running for our lives. We had never lived outside our pack before, but the fear of death had made the unknown our safest option. "Sam, give me your sweater and wear this," my mother called out, tossing me a smelly sweater. I did as she said. "Go north. There is a pack that would take you in. Do not let anyone know your family name or the pack you are from. We are in werewolf territory, whatever story you give, make sure you only speak of werewolves. They must not know, Sam. Trust no one," she instructed. " Mother," I cried, " Why are you saying this?" " If I come with you, none of us will survive. Promise me you'll survive, Sam," She pleaded, by then, I had figured out her plan. The sweater she gave me was to
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