That was when the disaster struck. We were ambushed by a rival pack and my parents were not strong enough to conquer them. My dad did not take his gun with him because we were just attending a ceremony. He shifted and fought with the wolves while my mom took us pups and ran to hide. We heard dad’s screams at the same time that two rogues hit our mom on the head. Blood was streaming down her face, she was gasping for breath and she still held me and my brother tightly to herself, protecting us from the rogues. I was crying, my brother was crying. Gavin wanted to fight but mom shook her head. She was still holding us when I heard a gunshot and everything became black.