Margaret's POV
I am standing outside the small cabin where my parents used to live in the DarkMoon Pack, and they were standing inside holding hands, watching me quietly.
Even though I know this is a dream, I am very happy because this is the first time in ten years that I have dreamed of them without them being hurt or dead. They felt so real while they were standing in front of me.
I run towards them, happy yet sad, but as I am about to touch them, they push me hard to the ground with expressionless faces.
"Margaret, we are so disappointed in you!"
My father's tone is harsher than I have ever heard before. I look at my mother, who also looked at me with cold eyes.
"Dad... Mom..." I felt like I had turned back into that helpless seven-year-old.
"Why didn't you kill him to avenge us? Why?!" They ask me with ferocious expressions.
Faced with their questioning, I could only shake my head helplessly, with tears flowing uncontrollably like a broken faucet.