I use to have friends in this pack, family, love, I use to have it all, that was until Mom and Dad died. They all began to hate me afterwards because their beloved Beta died.
No one knows what happened to them, they both went for a walk one day but never came back. We searched for days, weeks; until we came across their bodies. We found them in no man's land, mutilated.
I shake my head quickly from those memories. Not wanting to remember how they looked. Alpha brought their bodies back and we held a proper funeral. Believe it or not at that time people still liked me, they comforted me after everything, this is until a week later when suddenly they all turned cold. I don't know what I did for everyone to hate me.
As I'm lost in my thoughts I accidentally bump into a firm, muscled chest.
