When I was just a pup at around three months of age, Leila had given me a special pendant with a golden chain to hold it. Leila was my grandmother, the wife of the pack leader, Greth.

The pendant itself was a deep bronze around the edge. The center was golden and had two shapes that looked like yin-yang symbols, but was not connected and had different colors. The one at the top right was a deep blue swirl that had a blue snake on it, on the bottom left was a red swirl that held a hawk on it.

Leila had opened her mouth to release it, I picked it up with my mouth and tasted the flavor. It was bitter and sour, but before i knew it a burning sensation had slipped down my throat and I spit it out immediately.

"What do you think you are doing?" Leila snapped with anger.

"I-It hurt my throat" I responded quietly.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" She demanded. "This is the sacred pendant that has been passed down so many generations ago, this is the thing that will let you pass to freedom ."

"Fr-Freedom?" I asked.

But before she could say another word, a sound that sounded like thunder startled us. We all started to listen intently for which direction it came from. We sniffed the air to see if we could identify the new scent, but a coming thunderstorm had mixed with the scent.

I sat there, baffled. All the adults of our pack were just standing there, in defence mode looking in all directions, just as confused as I was.

Then I heard barking, but this bark was not from our species. It was our close cousins, the dogs. The biggest betrayers of the wild. They all held the same characteristics we had, but they worked for the 'It' s. My mother had told me a story about them.

A long time ago, before the sky was created and the 'It' s walked amongst the earth, wolves were the gods of the earth. When the monkeys had finally evolved into what they are now, we wolves promised to stay together and protect one another. All had gone well, until one of the wolves had turned on us. It had become friends with a baby human and was living in luxury from then on. At first, most wolves were disgusted about the turn of events, but eventually one by one they began to turn on us, too. Generation after generation, they had evolved to suit their locations and owners. Some became fat and lazy, while others became strong and brave. We on the other hand had not changed over hundreds of years.

Our pack and other packs still decide to like their living styles to keep up the honor of the wolf...