Sixteen Years Later
"What's happening?" Imara cried, looking around in the chaos. There was mist and dust everywhere, the room full of growls as the fight went on in full swing. She made her eyes glow, hoping the faint purple light would help her see better.
She sensed someone approaching her, and turned around, her fangs growing longer than most werewolves as she let out a hiss.
"It's me!" Monica said, grabbing her arm. She calmed down at the sight of her mother, leaning into her.
"Mom, what's happening?" She frowned, as another growl was heard.
"We're being attacked," Monica replied, leading her away from the foyer. They rushed up the stairs, onto the roof of the pack house. Monica placed her hands on her shoulders, looking her daughter in the eye.
"Why are we here?" Imara aske
