My Pack Hates Me But I'm Special - Undergoing Editing

The scent of damp earth and fresh pine filled the air, a familiar comfort that grounded Isabella even as laughter echoed around her. She sat nestled between her grandparents on the soft grass by the sparkling blue lake, a perfect, fleeting moment of peace. Grandpa had just told one of his outrageous stories, and their joyous laughter had filled the small clearing, chasing away the ever-present shadows of her life.

"You remind me so much of your mother," Grandma said, her eyes crinkling with love as she handed Isabella a medium-sized parcel, its wrapping a soft, silvery sheen. "Open this only when you turn eighteen."

But the warmth of the moment shattered like fragile glass. A guttural snarl ripped through the air, followed by a sickening snap. Isabella shrieked, her world tilting as a rogue pounced, and Grandma fell. "Noooo grandma!" she wailed, tears blurring her vision, as her grandpa was ripped to shreds before her horrified eyes. Panic seized her, an animalistic instinct to survive, and she ran, leaving everything behind.