All About Me!

Hey, I'm Levi. I don't like to talk about myself really, but I guess I can give it a try. Right now I live under Shane's roof with the three brothers, Hollifroy, Phantom and Petro. I'm the second old, Hollifroy being the first, followed by Pet and Phan. They're the babies...technically. We've got more family living under the roof, but it's them that I associate as my immediate family. What can I say, they're my brothers.
I didn't always live in this house. I used to run with my pack, but that was a long time ago. I was banished from my grandpa's pack when they suspected that I killed my brother. When in fact, I didn't do it. I love my brother Denim, even though he is long gone by now. We did everything together. I really wish they hadn't have acted so quick and harsh and thought about it. It's not that hard. I'll tell you.
Our pack and the neighboring pack were starting to get into frequent fights. Well, one afternoon, my grandpa ordered us to seperate into four groups and protect ourselves all along the borders, keeping the other pack out. Well, Denim and I were in the group on the far west side, near the cliffs, and we were four other wolves, all friends of mine. The other pack started the fights and we kept fighting them off. Two hours pass and the sun in setting as the rain starts to pick up. Three of the four wolves have been killed, leaving Denim, Me and one other wolf to fend off the remaining four wolves.
Lighting is striking all around us and scares off two of the wolves. With two left, our last fighter dies, leaving us against two wolves. We each take one, I easily kill mine and I see a huge bolt of lighting strike behind me. It strikes Denim just as he kills his opponent. I quickly rush to him to make sure he was okay. He started foaming at the mouth, his eyes blood red and his cuts bleeding horribly.
Then he turned on me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to fight him but I didn't want to die! I defend myself against his sloppy, blind attacks. It seems now that the strike turned him rabid and he quickly started attacking anything near him. I knew he was dying anyway, and it was only a matter of time.

His heart gave out just as the rest of the pack showed up. I don't blame them for confusing me for killing my brother. I mean, I was standing over him, panting and covered in his blood. That is when I got the scar on my muzzle; from Denim's deathly scratches. What else would my pack think right?