I used to have a wonderful life. Three little siblings, and a mom who worked at home. My dad worked in the army, so I didn't really get to see him. My and my younger siblings always fought, but we loved each other. I lived in Oregon, the weather there is usually rainy یا foggy. My pack and I didn't really care about. I always stayed with my family unless there was a mission that we had to go on. Most of the pack members family members are gone and they live together in a big house a couple blocks from mine.
Now, to get going with the story, I'll start one دن before I died.
My brother came barrling...
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