It was dark and I was lost. My mom left me in a field to die when I was a pup. My pack thought I was sick from the first day I was born. But I wasnâ€™t sick I was a strong pup. After I was left to die my dad had found me. My dad was from a very different pack and was caring. I remember his face when his dark brown eyes looked into mine. He could tell that my mother had done this to me but he couldnâ€™t figure out why. I was the future leader of the pack so I should have stayed with my mother. I tried to follow her but she pushed me away. So my father picked me up and carried me to his territory.
|Life In The Packs by Jd Huber|