I was just a baby when it happened. My human family had gotten into a car crash and both of my parents died. The wolves saved me. They came out of the forest and grabbed me gently by my neck and carried me to their den I was one.

Now I am thirteen and the only thing I have left from my parents is my mom’s hood and my old swaddle.

The alfa is my dad he keeps me in line. My mom is the nicest person…I mean wolf ever I but my favorite wolf was my sister she understood me more than anyone. She would let me win in our race because she knew I couldn’t run that fast.

When she was old enough to start her own pack I couldn’t sleep it felt empty without her.

One day my mom said it was my turn and I was off. My mind was full of curiosity I had never gotten past the forest.

I needed to find people like me so I put on my read hood and I went to find men. I couldn’t wait!

On the twelfth morning of the twelfth day. I heard something in the woods it was to big to be a fox and to small to be a bear.

It was my size I was curious to see if it was like me and I was right.

Sadly.

“Hello little girl!” Said the mysterious person with a puffy gray beard.

He said something in a rough but I couldn’t understand him I wander why.

But he scared me enough I ran away.