I had been rudely awaken by lightening in my bedroom. I sat up and excused my curtain to the side to gaze through my window, up at the the angry, grey clouds with narrowed eyes. I layed back down and rolled over onto my side to greet my phone, i pressed the on button to be acknowledged by a bright light, rubbing my now squinting, sore eyes i read three ante meridiem.
I am from the woebegone pack, a pack that has been suffering from the loss of mates for many months. And due to this fact, wolves that are in pain climb to Darren Mountain and cry for their lost every day at three in the morning, the more wolves that loose their mates, the louder it gets and the closer they are to their unfortunate death, the longer it last for.
It's a pain that has been shared throughout the pack and a matter that has been worsening quickly, day by day. We are losing wolves to a war between our pack that had been traditionally known as peaceful and the audacious pack, a pack that has build up their reputation for thousands of years for having no mercy.
Lately, there have been rumours that some she wolves have been disappearing, although this has happened before in the past, now there is a very significant increase. Yet, to be honest i don't believe this and i do not understand the large amount of speculation around the subject. There is no evidence to support this ''information'', and it's probably a sneaky way that Alpha Jason of the Audacious packs is try to scary our beloved Alpha Axel.
After contemplating life and some of its's issues, I decided to go to bed, ready for school later in the morning.
