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7 Years Ago:

"Honey, pack your things." That simple four-word phrase had my heart palpitating as frantic thoughts raced across my mind. I couldn't be moving! All of my friends were here, in Serenwood!. My pack was here in Serenwood. My mother smiled reassuringly at me, sensing my fear with her super-mom senses. As mother of five kids, not including my dad, who was a child at heart, she needed those abilities to raise her large family without going insane.

"Don't worry, silly girl! We're not moving out of the pack house; we're just moving to the top floor." Shock and curiosity replaced the fear in system as I thought of the forbidden top floor, where the Alpha and …show more content…

He was never cruel and did not abuse his power; anything he did was for the greater good, and ultimately the pack benefited from all of his decisions.

"Come on Rose! Don't dawdle now, get your things packed!" Mom's shrill voice called out from a distance as she glided away, probably heading off to do her own packing. I sighed slightly, and headed to my room, not even close to ready for the daunting task of packing up my bedroom.

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A couple of hours later, my room was finally packed. The light teal walls had been stripped of the posters of various boy bands, the aforementioned posters rolled up neatly and placed into a bag. My huge library consisting of several children's books and lighter novels, along with my newest task, reading Ender's Game, were all packed into one backpack that also contained my iPod and other electronics. In one cardboard box, I squeezed in my playthings, and my drawing materials. Another box contained my bedding, and finally a suitcase was filled with my clothes.

I slung the back pack over my shoulder, balanced the two cardboard boxes on my hip with one hand, and dragged my fuchsia suitcase with the other. I headed outside of my room, taking slow, careful steps so the boxes wouldn't tip over. Some members of my pack approached me, offering their help, but I politely declined. I was eleven years old; I could handle moving some suitcases and boxes up three flights of stairs. The suitcase was only moderately heavily, and the boxes

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