Celeste P.O.V.
The mists swirled around us. We were back at my parents' Pack grounds. We were having a picnic by the banks of the river. I saw 6 year old me chasing a butterfly, my parents talking happily from blankets on the ground feeding each other food from a picnic basket. The scene was in fast forward but my heart was overflowing with love for them. Being able to remember them happily. I only have a couple of memories of them after so many years. So many lost memories.
Suddenly, I saw as 6 year old me got too close to the edge of the bank and started falling in, but then she didn’t. She floated upwards on the top of a small wind tornado. My father grabbed me from the top and carried me back to my mother who was running towards us with her hand upraised. I cried into his chest, sc
