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I slowly looked around, a slipped silently into the woods. In the heart of the woods was my life pretty much. My little house that my "parents" built before they were murrdered was where I lived.It looked like a little peaceful cottage from the OUTSIDE. The inside was a completely different story.
With my own personal guard WOLVES no crook will ever want to break in for sure. On the inside the walls were covered in the most beautifull paintings you've ever seen. There were waterfalls, mountains, cliffs, but most importantly wolves were in all of them. I was taught to love wolves above all others. I would give my life for any of them.
My "mommy dear" was a painter and my "father" was an animal conservationist. I've never met my birth parents. My first memories are of a little girl living in an orphange. She had odly white (yes white) hair, amazingly reflective eyes, and was always dressed in royal blue.
No one wanted such an odd child. I would tear off whatever was the exact blue I always wore. Yet Mr and Mrs. Smith wanted that odd child. In fact as soon as they got there they had had "love at first sight" (which isn't real).


I greeted Shaki, the pack leader, as usual and put away the stuff the store manager had so kindly let me "borrow". I lay down in my bed with a sigh. Slowly I let my dreams take me to my sanctuary. But it wasn't long. Because the next thing I heard was gunshots.