Jasmine was observed sitting on a bed, daydreaming and thinking back on her past.

" Father, I do not want you to go." Little Jasmine pouted as she clung to her father. The man smiled as he carried his lovely daughter up.

"I need to go; I am a Pack warrior and one of the strongest," her father said, ruffling her hair.

Jasmine sighed sadly; she had no idea why her mind was racing, but she had a feeling something was about to happen.

"Okay, father," she replied, wriggling free from her father's grip.

Warrior Carlos, Jasmine's father, smiled at his daughter before leaving the house.

Thirty minutes later, smoke...