Iris.
Years ago, when I was still a little girl, I was quite the gullible type. My friends could tell me that there was gold at the bottom of a well, and I'd believe it.
The pack I was born in was called the Aztec pack. Unlike other packs, we had strange-colored hair like black, yellow, red, and even green. The color even stayed with us in our wolf forms. Some believed this was because our pack was not only blessed by the Luna goddess but also by the dragon goddess Quetzalcoatl. This also gave us the right to call ourselves the fastest clan. The wind was our ally, and we could run for hours without getting tired.
At first, my hair was yellow, and I wasn't that speedy, but I definitely wasn't the omega.
My father, Gaston, was proud of me despite my naivety. He was my only parent, but I
