It all started when I was a young pup. No more than a year old. I had a younger sister and an older sister. But there was something diffrent about me. I didn't socialize with anyone or attempt to be accepted. My parents were the alphas. I was a prince. In more than one way I was soon to find out. So Even though I had no friends, life was pretty good. My only friend, the eldest in our pack, said I owned special powers. Beyond all belief! Only one other know lupe had them. The healing power. But my powers went further than that. I could bring things back to life that were dead.

Only the elder and I knew that, so naturally the who pack knew. But somehow other packs did too. They'd come at night and raid our packlands. It go to the point where we had to have watchers sit through the night wanring off all who'd try to come near. Yet I seemed at peace with the world. Until that horrible night...

It changed my life and the way I look at the world. Well, we were all in our roomy den. It was around midnight on a warm summer night. My father heard a rustle. He went outside to check it out. He came running back into the den with terror in his emrald opticals. I pretented to be asleep, but I secretly watched and heard everything. I knew my sisters Greta and Kodiak were too. It was when he came back in though that I knew something was deathly wrong. My dad was usuing the signal to wake all the brutes and warriors in the pack. We had intruders. The intruders didn't hear it because it was a special noise made by a very low growl that only we could hear and understand. Everyone went outside for the battle. I crawled to the egde of our den to see what was going on. There were tall two legged creatues with shiny, long black tubes. From the rumors I heard, they were a species called humans and those long black things were guns. My mother and sisters were all awake from all the snarling and yelling outside. My mom pushed me to the back of the den and told me to stay there. I obediently stayed and kept my sisters company...for awhile.

It sounded like a fierce battle. But I couldn't stay there longer! I ran out and joined the battle. But one of those human creatures got me cornered and I yelped in terror. My mother came running just as something had hit me very hard. I yelped in pain again for the blow had hurt very much. I then fainted from pain.

When I awoke, I was back in my den and miracuously unharmed! My father was outside our den sobbing along with the other pack members. No one had died that night, just injured I thought, but was I wrong! There was about half the pack injured so I had my work cut out for me being a healing creature and all. But as I proceded forward, I saw what made them all sob. My mother. Her beautiful snow white fur now stained red from blood. I then realised what happened last night. I though I had been shot, but it was my mother pushing me out of the way. She inturn got shot and died. I stared in disbelif. 'It's all my fault!' I said over and over again. I ran off to be alone. I just couldn't stand it.

I lived alone for a few years after that, then I had met up with my sister, Geretchen! We roamed the earth both having encounters with our mother, Aaniu, the white wolf. She had powers that are far too great to even be explained. But that is how she helped us. Then it was not to long ago, I met Crystal, and she turned my life around. Alone with the help of the white wolf of course!