I was sitting by the river, letting my mind wander as I watched the water flow by. The sun was setting and it cast a pink and orange glow over everything.

I thought about all the good times I'd had with my pack mates: running through the forest, playing in the meadow, and hunting together. And then I thought about all the bad times too: when our pack was attacked by black witches and lunatic alphas---I wasn't going to name him, though.

But through it all, we stuck together and emerged stronger than ever before. It seemed like ages ago since those memorable times, and yet it felt like only...