Stryker's POV
The year is 2025, my name is Stryker, I am an Omega. When I was a pup, my fathers friend murdered him and my mother, blaming me for their deaths. He became leader and I was exiled from the Northern Pack. I journeyed for 3 years, in the harsh environments of the cold and snowy North. I never knew it could take that long to reach the Western Pack, but I had to train myself to hunt. I was right outside the Western border in front of a wide and deep river. I was pretty much skin and bone, I didn't find much to eat on my journey, I was weak. I jumped into the river, letting the cold and dark water consume me. I resurfaced and swam to the other side with some difficulty and collapsed on the bank. The last thing I saw was a beautiful young wolf. My vision became blurry and I felt a sting on my head, I must have hit a rock, because before I blacked out, blood covered my vision.
