KieraEach time I remember the day I lost my parents to the cold hands of death, the pain comes fresh, eating me up and refusing to heal no matter how hard I try. I was only 8 when my parents' car got chased by werewolves in the middle of the night."Drive faster, faster! Don't let them get to us," my mom's constant yells freaked me out as I watched my dad step hard on the brake. Looking at the wolves behind us, my eyes widened in terror as they caught up to us."Mom!" I yelled as one of them smacked the windows, shattering the glass."Kiera, duck," she screamed as she hurriedly picked up a gun from her purse. She shot him with a silver bullet and pushed him out.Slightly distracted by my mom saving me, "No, No, No!" my dad exclaimed as he crashed into a tree.My dad's head was wounded seriously, blood gushing out non-stop. He managed to check on my mother, but she died on the spot. "Kiera, run," he managed to say as he was slowly running out of breath."Dad, I can't!" I mumbled while
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