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I was hand picked from my mothers second litter, why me I wasn’t sure. She treated me differently from my sisters. I was her first born son, but I didn’t understand what made me special. One would think since she favorited me I would have a soft spot in her heart. However it was the opposite. Mother was tough on me, cruel even. If I didn’t perform well in training I wasn’t allowed to eat until after the omegas. Which as you would know there would only be scraps and bones left. I quickly learned to fight my hardest. To become the best that the mother had wanted of me. As I grew older I realized she was being so hard on me because I was her heir. She was preparing me for the hard task of leading the pack. She has me scout the lands on my own, just as she did everyday as a pup. Mark our lands, fight off intruders. That was my duty until she stepped down. I will make my mother proud.
But in honesty, her cruel treatment has scarred me. I don’t trust others I myself hold a cold demeaner, I don’t take well to rebellion or disobedience. Disrespect me and it will be your demise. My word will be law.
