Tonight, is the birthday celebration of my father. I can say their pack, as I no longer belong there.
The black dress Alpha Winston gives me is what I am wearing. When I am looking at myself in the mirror, I can see that it suits me.
The sky is clear, and I do not see clouds. I saw a shooting star and made me wish everything would be fine in the pack.
"The time is running, Alpha Winston. Mirabella, Delta, Healer, and I shall go before we are late in the celebration," said Beta Chris as he stared at Alpha rather than at me like he wanted to let us know he was concerned. "Are you sure that you will stay here? The plan you told me was that you will show yourself the other day for them to know you are alive."
