Willow’s POV
My parents were nice, generous people and anyone that met them knew it. They would help anyone in need, no matter their species. I never cared that I grew up without a pack because of the people my parents were and the people they surrounded us with. They had secured us a life in a small town surrounded by humans and other werewolves we trusted. That is until things went horribly wrong.
My father’s name was Bradford. He was a strong yet gentle man with kind soft blue eyes and a big bright smile. I never saw him get aggressive with anyone, not even me when I acted out or did anything wrong. He was the perfect dad in every way and the perfect mate for my mother.
My mother, Lorelie, was a caring woman, but she would fight for what was right no matter what. She was t
