No one ever cared for me. I was the wolf that wasn't there. I was the son of the pack leader. But I was an omega, which apparently meant that none of that even mattered. My brother, Garth, however, was: "The best alpha I've ever trained!" as my Dad, Tony, was always saying. I was constantly ignored by everyone! It was like Garth was the only son of the pack leader!
Once, we met Kate, the prettiest she-wolf I'd ever clapped eyes on. But you know who got to get married to her when we grew up? You guessed it, Garth. Garth the perfect alpha, the (only) pack leader's son, the future pack leader, the guy every she-wolf had a crush on!
Meanwhile, I was shunned. Pushed and shoved and knocked to the ground while eveyone crowded my brother. I hated life. So, one day, I ran away. I left a note scratched into the wall of my den. It read:
Dear Pack,I'm leaving. I don't belong here. I know you won't miss me.Goodbye, Pharo.
And I left in the middle of the night, going to a new land, to find wolves and become leader of pack that appreciated me, and where I was always the centre of attention until the day I died.
