7 years ago: "Darling, pack your bags." That simple four-word phrase made my heart flutter as frantic thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn't move! All my friends were here, in Serenwood!. My pack was here in Serenwood. My mother smiled at me reassuringly, sensing my fear with her super-mom senses. As the mother of five children, not including my father, who was a child at heart, she needed those skills to raise her large family without going crazy. "Don't worry, silly girl! We're not moving out of the shed. ; we're just moving to the top floor." Shock and curiosity replaced the fear in the system as I thought about the last forbidden floor, where the Alpha and Beta lived. No common pack wolf was allowed to even peek inside that corridor unless they had explicit permission from the Alpha. I have it on good authority that the Beta keeps a secret stash of Snickers in his bedroom; my best friend, Lexi, who heard from her science buddy, Dylan, who listened to Jonathan (walks Beta's dog), who listened to Simon, Beta's brother's best friend, who listened to Damien, Beta's younger brother. If I moved to the top floor, that stash of Snickers would be as easy as stealing candy from a child. “Mom, why are you moving to the top floor?” I asked, curiosity creeping into my tone. My mother turned her sparkling blue eyes on me, her dark blonde hair covering them lightly as her expression went from amusement to slight discomfort and then to a blank, withdrawn expression, similar to the one she portrayed when she was disappointed in me . I absolutely hated that expression. "Those are Alpha's orders." Another question burned on the tip of my tongue as I exchanged… the center of the paper… I hugged, feeding on its comfort. Finally, Alpha gently removed me from her person, treating me like a delicate flower that would wither if not treated with the utmost adoration. "You're welcome, Rosalind. But please call me Alcander." I looked up at Alpha, surprised that he had given me permission to call him by his first name. Not only did he give me permission, but he asked me to call him Alcander!"Okay Alpha-Alcander. I'll call you by your first name, but only if you call me Rose." Alpha nodded solemnly. I smiled at him and stuck out my pinky. She looked at him questioningly, making me roll my eyes. Old people these days. "Pinky's Promise, Alp-Alcander!" Alpha, I mean Alcander, rolled his eyes too, but bent down to my level and wrapped his little finger around mine. There, in my new bedroom, on a warm summer day, a great friendship began between a child and a teenager..