When I was younger there were days when I felt like leaving the pack was the answer to everyone's prejudice against me. If not for Darren, maybe I would have run away already. He was the person who taught me to love the pack, reminding me that my father had died protecting it. And ever since then, leaving wasn't an option for me because every time it crosses my mind I would feel bad that I'll turn my back on the pack that my father fought his life for if I ever decide to leave. But right now ...