Taylor POV
I had a pretty normal childhood until rogues attacked the pack in the middle of the night. I was 7 at the time so I hid in my closet with Theo, Peter and Jaxon. We feared for our parents safety as the pack and us would be devastated if anything were to happen to them. It was that night that we lost our mother, our luna. The whole pack was never the same afterwards. She was kind, compassionate, fierce, stubborn but everyone loved her and she was a strong leader. Being that she was our father's mate, he suffered the most out of all of us. When you lose or reject your mate it feel like someone is ripping your heart out or at least that is what I have been told. She not the only one the pack lost, in total 15 were dead after the attack. We held the funerals the very next day lighting the pyres that float on the lake before us as our viking ancestors did before us.
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11 years later
Today is my first day of senior year at Starling High School and 3 months before my birthday. I wish my mom was here to protect from the testosterone filled house. I woke up to my brothers wrestling downstairs and just seconds later my alarm goes off. Ugh it is the same routine every morning with my brothers they are always fighting about something.
I get dressed in my favorite black a-line dress that shows just the right amount of cleavage without 'screaming' slut and violet flats that match my eyes. I head downstairs and kiss my dad on the cheek and grab the chocolate chip pancakes that he made.
I yell after my brothers "Breakfast is ready!" and I brace for the pack of wolves heading my way (pun intended).
After cleaning up from breakfast I start the 5 minute walk to school. When I arrive my best friends Callie and Jessica greeted me. We have been best friends since primary school and they were there to help me pull through my mother's passing.