The Rest of Us

I remember back when I was a pup life wasn’t so complicated. Humans lived in the city, wolf bloods stayed in their wolf form and lived peacefully out in the wilderness.

My only worries were that I was born an Alpha, with that came responsibilities of one day taking over the pack, and having to find a mate that was suitable enough to stand beside me.

Growing up I became one of the strongest wolves in the pack, to achieve this I had been in multiple fights. Some with males younger and older then myself, others with wolves who tried entering the territory without permission.

My parents were proud of me, I grew up exactly the way they wanted me to.

I had a girlfriend that loved me, and wouldn’t tolerate any funny business from our fellow pack members.

We were both a season away from being titled the new Alpha pair, my parents volunteering their status as they had believed I was ready to step up and take care of our pack.

Life was perfect.