I was always a possessive person, to the things I owned, the people in my life and the positions I held. I worked hard for everything, always on top of things with one fear in my mind, replacement. I made my presence heavy, always making sure I was a better general than every other competitor in the pack although I was always true to myself. I made sure my presence was significant to those I held dear, all because I had no one to call family. I lost my father three years before I became the general of my pack and my mother when I was only ten. I believed that only family could appreciate your presence even in your weakest moments and that one has to be significant in some way to be seen by others. While I served as the were tiger, I realized how wrong I was, the friends you make could beca
