Allison had a history of hating werewolves. It got something to do with her family, mainly her father. Her childhood was not easy, losing her mother at such a young age and growing up on her own. Adam took care of her, gave her everything she needed, sure, but most of the times, he went on hunting trips. Long ones.
She never questioned him, thinking it must be some typical day job where he required to travel more often than others. The six-year-old Allison did not know about the dark side of the word back then, innocent and kept hidden from all of those things.
Until she found out the difficult way, the night was still evident in her mind, woven and imprinted in her memory.
The six-year-old, as usual, was in the care of her uncle, having a tea party with him. Adam left for another of hi
