It was a freezing night, snows falling out of space... Our pack was hungry. So hungry. Preys are sacred these days. I was only a pup at that time. I couldn't hunt with my pack. So I was the only one at the den as everyone leave to hunt. Always the last one. Even death wouldn't kill me first. I always have to be the last one. The last one to wait while my packs die in the cold. Couldn't do nothing to save their life's. Couldn't speak yet. Couldn't tell them to not go. But I know. Deep down. I know they were going to die. And I couldn't do anything to prevent that. Now night has fall. And they weren't back yet. Somehow I knew they had died. I whine softly...but no one would come. I was alone. From that day on, I was by myself. I had to hunt for myself. Take care of myself. I was only three month old. How could I manage that? But I had to. It's either that or die. From that day on my heart told me to never trust anyone again...

Winter had passed, summers came, and pass, fall came, and winter again... It went like that for a while. Some days I was hungry. Some days I have to beg food from other packs. Some day I was attack. Some days I was cold. Some days I was lonely. It was like that for a few years. It was hell, but survival means there was a chance. A chance for things to change. But that don't mean anything. Yeah, like my life is ever going to change. I'm always the last one. Last one in pack. Last one in life.

Winter had came again. I'm on my fifth year. Many dark memories from the past. With winter, snow came too. I crouch on the side of the wall. Freezing my tail off. Are they coming back now? I haven't done anything wrong. Come back. That's all I think about every winter. Will they come back? But deep down. I know they're not coming back. Not ever. They're dead. OH MY GOD, They're dead!! I pounded the ground in anger. Suddenly I realize I had lost my family. They're gone!! I will never see them again!! Tears spring into my eyes. I promise I will never cry again. After this...

Winter had past again...summer came. Life's short and miserable. Summer gone. Fall came. Winter again. I was on my sixth year, and still no mate. I stood on the tip of a peak and howl. Howl till I can no more. But fate had more in store for me. It won't let me off the hook so easily. Fate will come soon. Just not now...maybe next year. Deep down, I had a feeling I will be hunt down. Soon...

I sigh... sliding off the peak and land weakly. Well, let it come if it want, don't care no more, after all this...