My Papa once said to me, "Never let your enemies see your tears, not one single tear. Tears of joy, sadness, hurt, and all must be shared with those you trust with all your heart. You're strong my daughter. Endure the pain of life and find the right times to cry."

Those are the last words he said to me before he disappeared. Those words never left my mind and I lived up to his words. In my whole life, I never cried in front of someone I don't trust.

I now live with my aunt, uncle, and their daughter. My Papa is a wolf, Mum a human. She died at my birth so I was raised by Papa. I was named after him since his name was Alan.

It's been 7 years since he left and I'm now 15 years old. My silver hair cuts off at my shoulders and my brown eyes stare blankly as I daydream. Since I am part wolf, I have silver wolf ears and a long tail with a tuff of brown fur at the end.

This is where I begin to tell of my life.