THIRD PERSON POV:
Genevive was snooping around the pack for gossip about the dinner that was happening. When alarm bells started ringing.
However, it was too late, they came in the cover of darkness and began a relentless assault on their walls breaking through them quickly.
The little blue haired girl was shivering in fear, she wasn't supposed to be here, and she didn't know where to go. She ran but everywhere she turned rogues and fire stood in her path to safety. She didn't have a wolf yet, she couldn't shift.
Tears stung her eyes, she wiped them away, reminding herself she was the daughter of a warrior, she was strong, and she wouldn't cry.
But fear, it threatened to shatter that resolve, with each howl and snarl that encroached.
She was running and hiding trying to make her way to the pack house.
Make her way to safety.
All around her the shadows of wolves fighting flickered in the flames.
The smell of smoke and fire assaulted her senses.
