Kiyomi
(Two weeks later)

    Kiyomi races down the stairs, excitement circulating through his veins. She runs into the kitchen while quickly fixing her whitish-blonde locks into a braid. A white hoodie, black leggings, and combat boots make up her outfit. She smiles at Grayson, her older adopted brother. He opens a cabinet while kicking the fridge lightly. The door swings open with a loud squeak as he grabs a cereal box of her Cheerios and sits a glass bowl on a marble counter.
   "How are you feeling?" He asks, pouring some cereal into the bowl, grabbing strawberry milk from a shelf in the refrigerator, and sitting down. She shrugs her shoulders while propping her elbows on the glass table.
   "I can't sleep. I keep seeing your parent's faces," she mumbles, sitting on a stool and wrapping her legs around it's wooden frame. He nods his head in understanding as he walks over to the table.
   "The nightmares will go away eventually," he states, placing the bowl of cereal in front of her. She glances at the bobbing pieces of food, nausea settling in her stomach. She gently pushes it away from her and stands to her feet.

    Kiyomi pops her neck loudly, heading toward the living room. Grayson gently grabs her wrist and pulls her away from the archway. She quickly turns to face him with a raised eyebrow.
   "We need to talk. It's really important, Kiyomi," he says, seriousness radiating off his body. She sighs as she pulls her wrist out of his grip.
   "Make it quick. I'm going over to Tyler's place," he frowns, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
    "We're moving," horror twists into her facial features.
    "Why?" She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
    "I'm worried some rogue pack may attack again. They might come back to finish what their sister tribe started," he replies, running his fingers through his jet black hair and fixing his cap over his head.
    "I can't leave. Tyler and you can protect me," she protests while turning her back on him. He sighs in annoyance, reaching out and taking her hand.
    "That's not enough. You're a target for feral wolves, now. They'll stop at nothing to kill you. You have to leave in order to protect Tyler. Please, just head upstairs and start packing,"

    Kiyomi makes a huffing sound, her muscles tensing. She wipes angrily at her eyes with the back of her free hand,...