Sam's POV
Seven years ago

The empty home stood in a calm manner, as though it had chosen isolation for itself and that people were a privilege it could ignore. Individual blocks had been carefully positioned and polished to a smooth texture before the lacquer was applied with fine brushes to the high gloss flooring. The windows had sturdy, triple-glazed glass frames and stable walls. Overall, it had the appearance of a movie set that was awaiting life to arrive. The smell and the dust were the only giveaways. Even though it was mouldy and dry, it eased the smell by opening the doors and windows. Spring cleaning, some new plants, and possibly the pleasure of guests would make the house happy.

This was our new home. My mother had left our abuser and we felt free for the first time. My mother and I have always been close. Best friends to be exact. We only had each other in those difficult times.

"Samantha!" My mother called me.

I hated when she called me Samantha. It felt out of place for who I am as a person. 'Samantha' felt formal and as if I had my life together, which I most certainly did not.

"Mom, I've told you a million times," I said in an annoyed tone as I entered the kitchen where my mother was busy cooking us dinner. "It's just Sam."

My mother just rolled her eyes. We've had this conversation many times and she just doesn't get it. "Sam," my mother said in a sarcastic tone. "I would like to give you something," she added.

"Want to give me more chores?" I rolled my eyes. "You know, I still have school and a life!"

"Teenagers," she mumbled as she walked toward her purse. "I want to give you this," she mentioned as she handed me over a brown leather journal.

"What's this?" I asked as I opened up the journal.

"It's something I want you to keep," she sighed as she placed both of her hands on my shoulders. "I know we've been through a lot... But I want you to remember all the good memories we did have," she smiled weakly. "Over the years I've been writing down all those fun memories we had together, like going to Disneyland for the first time or when you visited that zoo," she further explained.

"Oh, by the way. Zoos are totally cancelled now," I nipped. "But thanks..." I sighed heavily. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too," she smiled as she kissed my forehead.

Wolf's POV
Present time

There I was standing face to face with Sam's stalker. The person that caused so much heartache and hurt to Sam's mental health. I was too stunned to speak when looking him in his eyes. They were evil, angry and out for revenge.

"How dare you get near my wife," he growled as he walked closer and closer to me.

Who is this guy to have the audacity to call Sam his wife? It made me sick to my stomach. I pushed him hard to get out of my face but soon faced the ground as he dragged me by my shirt's collar. My face got scratched up by twigs and rocks as he dragged me further away from the cottage, but I soon escaped my shirt, picking myself up quickly, ready to fight.

Before I could meet my fist with his face Sam's voice rang from the cottage. "Dad?"

My heart almost stopped for a moment. This man, this disgusting perverted man who preyed on her for years, is her father?

Sam's facial expression radiated anger and disgust. She walked closer to us, but I kept a tight grip on her hand when she walked passed me. She tried to pull away to confront her father, but I wouldn't let her. She is too valuable for me and losing her would be the death of me.

"My sweet angel, my wife, it's so good seeing you up close for a change." He tried to reach for her face, but I quickly slapped his hand away.

"You're a disgrace. I can't believe I've ever called you father," she barked as she clenched my hand harder.

"You've always been the one, Samantha. I want you, I want to be with you every second of every day," he pleaded.

I'm going to throw up.

"You've ruined my life!" she cried. "You've tortured me all these years. You hurt me so much when I was still a child and I have to live with that! And you don't seem to care one bit you trash piece of whore!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I was taken back a bit. I haven't seen this power and strength echoing through her voice before. She's finally getting ready to be the raven that she is.

Her father's demeanour changed from a vulture preying on her to a dragon. His nostrils were flared his face turned red and his eyes went from pleading back to wickedness. "What did you just call me?" he snarled as he walked closer toward her, this time not caring about my presence. "You and your mother are just the same. Bratty, childish and stubborn. I've always loved you, and this is how you talk to me?"

"Loved me? Since I was born you have never cared to love me. You hated me. You wanted to hurt me, rape me and punish me. For what exactly? I've always obeyed your commands and let you manipulate-"

Sam's words were cut off when her father slapped her through her face making her stumble into me. My anger raged, but my body was paralysed.

What's happening to me?

Then, the white wolf appeared.

Her teeth were like blades as she curled her lips up showing them off. Sam's father backed off to make a run for it but didn't realise he was the wolf's next meal. Her teeth slashed into his flesh as she pushed him to the ground. No fight against her could make her lose. The screeching sounds that came out of Sam's father left me haunted, but it soon fell silent with only the sound of the wolf tearing through his flesh were left.

What seemed to have been forever, it fell completely silent with the wolf watching us with her icy blue eyes. She looked exactly like the wolf I would dream about; powerful, cold and dangerous. The wolf disappeared into the foggy woods and Sam was completely dead inside. Her hand was cold, but her face colder. And then, the corner of her lip slightly twitched with her eyes relaxed. The tension disappeared in her face, she was at ease with what we have just witnessed. As for me, I was not. For the first time, Sam was the one who took me in and placed my unconscious body on the bed.