My full name is Aurora Alexandria Louise Harper. I was born two weeks early in Boston, Massachusetts, the youngest of ten children. Yes, ten. Nine brothers. I was the only girl.

Anderson, Lucas, Daniel, Micha, Wesley, Perry, Maximus, Richard and Hartley. I was never particularily close with any of my brothers. Hartley was seven when I was born. Long story short, I was an oopsie. I'm sure you figured that out by now.

Blah, blah, some stuff happened. All in all, I had a fairly normal childhood if I do say so myself. I mean, my parents obviously hated each other and refused to divorce but it's fine. Shit happens, I guess.

I was thirteen years old when it happened. Me, my parents and all of my brothers were spending the winter in a cabin up in Maine. We decided to go on a walk in the woods and to this day I am unsure how, but I got separated from the rest of my family. I wandered my way through the woods, going in the opposite direction of the cabin. I ended up in a snowy field, where I collapsed.

I have no idea how long I was there. How long I lay there in the freezing snow hoping that the sweet release of death would come or that I'd at the very least pass out. But I was eventually found. I remember three of my brothers, Anderson, Micha and Hartley were there. Everyone else was searching in different areas. It was them who found me. It was Anderson who picked me up and carried me back to the cabin, where I was thrown in the car and driven to the hospital.

When I'd been in the snow, I'd pleaded for someone or something to save me. Whether it be death, sleep, my brothers, my parents, a wolf who'd take me in and raise me as one of their own, I didn't care. I swear I could almost hear the snow whispering. I remember how right before my brothers came, it had gotten just the slightest bit warmer.

At the hospital, I was told it was a miracle I had survived. 

I didn't know what had happened to me yet.