I Fought for Our Family—He Fought for My SisterChapter 1

I never thought laughter could turn into screams so quickly. One moment, I was watching my five-year-old son, Noah, play in the clearing, and the next, chaos erupted like a storm. The sun had been shining brightly, or at least it was supposed to be, before the world came crashing down.

“Luna!” My heart sank when I heard one of the pack, Claire yelling. Her eyes were wide, breath coming in quick gasps. “There are rogues! We need to get everyone to safety!”

I turned to Noah, blissfully unaware, throwing dirt at his friends. “Noah! Come here!” I shouted, but it was too late. The air filled with growls and the sound of chaos. Panic surged through me as I saw shadows moving among the trees.

“Mommy, look!” he shouted, waving his arms excitedly. “A big bad wolf!”

“Noah, no! Get back!” I screamed, but he didn’t listen. I rushed toward him, adrenaline pumping through my veins, my heart pounding like a drum. I reached him just as the rogue lunged.

“Noah!” I lunged, but the rogue was quicker. It grabbed him, and my world shattered.