I was only a little girl when it happened. The news spreading like a wildfire; bond between mother and daughter ripped to pieces.
I felt it, we all did.
The howl of agony from my father was heart wrenching.
Shouting, screaming. My father's beta dragged him away, as his wolf fell limp.
With the World Wide meeting now cancelled, everything was in chaos.
As curious as I was, I regretted taking a peek.
My eyes widened at the sight, her body beneath the belcony. Blood surrounding her corpse, with eye lids opened as her mouth gaped in a plea.
The council claimed she committed suicide... but I knew better.
It was murder.
Authorities would never believe a mere child, no matter how I pleaded.
It was that day I vowed to end the one who assassinated her.
No matter what the costs were.
A/N: What do you guys think? :D