Life isn’t fair, and I never expected it to be. I never wished for this life. Then again, who would? No one wants to be an orphan, seen as baggage always weighing down the pack. Once I turned eighteen, I was leaving to travel, find myself, and see what the world had to offer. When the war started, my father had to leave to help fight with the others—protecting our pack, the midnight pack, from the neighbouring pack, the bloodstone pack—leaving me alone to take care of myself and our land. My father never returned. The last thing I remember about him was the smile on his face and the pride that sparkled in his silver eyes, worn with age. His hair was almost white, making his tan skin stand out even more. He hugged me and then left for what would be the last time. My mother passed when I was young. She was killed while out on
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