I let out a shaky sigh. Not because I was scared to tell him but because of all the information he had just laid on me. My mom had lived here. My mom had worked here. My mom had found her mate here. And yet I didn't know any of this.

Getting up from my seat, I sat next to him on the couch, still in a faraway place like I got when I thought of my parents. I slowly brought out my hands, palms facing upwards, beckoning for his. He waited a minute before his hands went over me and our hands were clasped against each other.

I closed my eyes, letting the memory reel itself and went to Mr. Johnson.

The views I had as a child.

The ones of my mother singing in the kitchen while preparing whatever meal she felt like preparing. While she sang and softly danced, the ingredients magically flew around the workspace. Flour was magically poured into the mixing bowl, she'd turn around in song and dance and add more herself.

My father would watch from the kitchen doorway, smiling at her like he was seeing her for the first time. It almost matched the look I had of wonder and amazement and just how beautiful she was.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me Alpha?" she asked my father teasingly. Chuckling, he didn't waste a minute before he came over to her and brought her into a kiss.

While they kissed, the ingredients froze and only started back up again when they released.

"What are you cooking my love?" he questions.

"Cookies for the pups," she answers. "If I can just find the chocolate chips."

She looks around for it and I glanced at the cupboard where they were, she had forgotten to take them out. With one look, the door opened and the levitated to in front of her, softly being placed on the counter.

They both looked at it for a brief second before looking at me. Surprised.

"When did she get her powers?" my dad asked, smiling nonetheless.

"I don't know," my mom responded coming over to me, squatting down to my level. "It was a matter of time but honey, you're a natural."

"Is that good?" I questioned.

She laughed. "Yes baby, it's a wonderful thing."

Kissing my forehead then all over my face, I giggled, and eventually, my dad got in on the affection and tickled me softly.

The vision then shifted to that night.

My brother's and I were watching The Wizard of Oz with our parents, enthralled with the tornado taking up the house with her in it. I was in between my mom and my brother Leo, wide-eyed and unblinking.

And then I felt it.

The tension of someone crossing the border. Someone unwelcoming.

"Daddy," I say.

"Yes baby," he says softly, watching the movie.

"Something's wrong."

He looked at me quickly and then at my mom before a faraway look came over his eyes. No doubt it was one of the warriors at the border, alerting him that someone did, in fact, cross the border. He didn't question me as to how I knew, he simply went into Alpha mode.

"Rose," he said urgently, her now sensing that something was wrong. "Take the kids somewhere safe."

She didn't question him and instantly scooped me and Leo up had my other two brothers follow close behind her. I was quiet, but my brothers asked a lot of questions, confused about what was going on. My mom didn't respond, just quickly went to the top of the staircase to the attic.

Opening the door that revealed her witch chambers, she placed Leo and me down. Getting ahold of my other two brothers, she brought all of us together, looking at each of us individually.

"Mommy, what's going on?" Trent asked.

"We just have some pack business to take care of," she said softly. "Nothing big. But I need you all to stay in here for me, can you do that?" we nodded our heads. Little did we know what we were agreeing to. "Mommy will be right back."

"With daddy?" Phillip asked.

She smiled. "With daddy," she responds. "And we can finish watching the movie, kay?" We nodded our heads again and she individually kissed our foreheads. I was the last one and she kissed my head longer than the others. "Be good for me?" she questioned.

"Yes mommy," I said, it is the first thing I said since the intrusion.

She smiled at me and was soon leaving us alone to help my dad. We heard their small fight of him wanting her to stay with us and her wanting to be alongside him. In the end, she won and they fought together.

The fight was epic.

They worked together, my father in wolf form, my mother in her human form, fighting off the rogues with her powers. They looked to be winning. They were winning.

And then something, something I couldn't see, shifted throughout the atmosphere and penetrated everyone who was in battle. Everyone fell. The rogues, the warriors, my parents. Some laid lifeless, too weak to fight off whatever it was that happened, and some, like my parents, remained alive. But not for long.

My parents were a good few feet apart from each other but my mother, against her body's will I'm sure, went over to my father and held his wolf in her arms. Her hands were over his body, trying to take his pain, trying to heal him. But it didn't work.

A figure came from the woods. Hooded. Moving slow-

I let go of his hands gasping for air.

Something arose in my body that made my skin crawl and I suddenly felt cold, which was odd because as a shapeshifter, we rarely felt it.

Mr. Johnson looked at me confused.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I think I've seen enough," he says as if he knew the rest of my memories. But I didn't fight him, I settled in silence as I, yet again, mourned the death of my mom and dad. The memories of my nine years being trapped in the attic surfaced and I tried so hard to suppress the memories and feelings as much as possible.

We settled in silence for a moment before there was a repetitive knock on my door. I made no movement to get it, knowing who it was, and by the annoyed look on Mr. Johnson's face, he knew as well. He got up from the couch and answered the door.

"What did you do to her?" he barks, pushing his way inside and making his way to me. He easily sat down next to me and brought his hand on my cheek, making me look at him. His concerned eyes met my emotionless ones. He sighs as he kisses my forehead, knowing that there was nothing he could do at the present time. "How much did you get through?" he questions his father again.

"Up until her parent's death and the figure leaving the woods."

"Why there?"

"I'm not sure, she pulled away and I had no interest in knowing more... I was friends with her father."

"What?!" he questions.

"I guess the memories of her parents were too much for her," he states as he noticed my unmoving state.

"Or the memories after that were too much."