I was five when I unknowingly became adopted by several soon to be shifters.

It was no wonder how later on canines were drawn to me, especially of the wild sort.

I was six when I had dreams of my other reality. A reality where my parents had separated and I was juggled between them on holidays. I woke up crying. My mother, Renee, and father, Charlie, came up and hugged me carefully and kindly as the rain-spattered itself against the windows of the old house.

The dreams came like warnings of what could be, and so I decided I would be careful with my heart and not fall for whatever pale-faced stranger that crossed my path.

Silly me little did I know that I'd end up falling far before my counterpart in the dreams did, my heart would be given away long before my seventeenth birthday.

I was ten when my mother uncovered her family history to both my dad and I. Papa took it rather well, already suspecting that at one point she had come from wealth. What he didn't take well was the idea of grandparents I'd never met coming to take me away to 'train me' as my Mama put.

I was eleven when the mysterious letter came, by an owl no less. It was an odd occurrence.

It was also this very same day that I met the grandparents that my mother had hidden away from us. This was the day my whole life changed.