"Why, why does this have to be my life?" I thought to myself.

My name is McCabe and I come from The Great Northern Pack of Jasper. At least that's how my father addresses it. I don't see what's so great about it. We live high up in the mountains far away from any other pack. We came into contact with bears and cougars regularly, and the weather here sucks. Half of the year all I see is snow piling onto the mountains and around my home. But what I hated, my father loved.

My father is the Northern Pack leader, his name is Blake. Him along with my mother Jenny rule over the north. But being the son, and only son that's is, of the leaders of the pack really sucks. My dad pushes me beyond my limits in the harsh conditions of the Northern Pack. He pushes me as hard as he possibly can so I can become the 'best' to ever be born in the Northen Pack. He's done all this to me and I'm only five months old. I haven't even gone to Alpha school yet. I was set to go tomorrow.

"Where'd he go?" Someone of in the distance yelled.

Yah, I forgot to mention, I don't want to go to Alpha school, I don't want any of the things that come with being the next in line for pack leader. I hate my dad for always pushing me so hard and never letting me hang out with any of my friends, if I had friends that is. I'm a bit of a loner in the pack. I'm not shy, I'm anti-social, there is a big difference. Being shy is being to scared to talk to anyone where as been anti-social means you don't want to talk to people. I only have one close friend, and I barely talk or hang around her.

Her name is Abby, She is a pure shinning white wolf with dark blue eyes. She is the only one brave enough to actually talk to me since I'm the pack leaders son. Many are scared just to look at me in fear of something bad being done to them by my father. Not only was my father strict and many other things that make my life miserable is that he is very overprotective. He barley lets me leave the den when we aren't doing one of his training exercises. But then Abby came into play.

On one of the very few times I was aloud outside Abby was the only one to walk over to me. Many, including me, looked at her like she was crazy.

She had walked straight up to me and said hello and introduced herself.

"Aren't you scared to be around me?" I had asked her.

She said she wasn't. She told me she knew who I was and that I looked lonely, so she came over to me an wanted to be my friend. That's when my dad came and saw her talking to me. He looked at her with curiosity but did nothing. He just left the two of us to talk. Which is exactly what we had done, talked. It felt good to actually talk to someone. I would get so lonely at times, but with Abby I just felt, happy.

Later that night my dad had explained to me that he respected Abby's courage and said it would be fine if we hung out every once and awhile. That was probably one of the only nice things he had ever done for me. But it doesn't make up for everything else.

I had been running away for quite awhile trying to shake my pursuer's of my trail. Luckily I have a lot of stamina and I am able to run very long distances. I had one location on my mind, its somewhere they would never go. Its where all the packs combine, in the very center of Jasper. It was a very far distance from where I was now but I would make it eventually, I had to if I ever got away from this hell hole.

Reasons why we weren't aloud to go to the center of Jasper was because it was forbidden territory. It is a very deadly place to go. Any of the other packs could be lingering around there and if they saw a grown enemy wolf they would have no hesitation in ripping them to shreds. Luckily I was still considered a pup, though my mind would like to disagree with that. I know things grown wolves don't know, another one of the 'perks' of being the son of the pack leader. I am very, very, very mature for my age. Many others would agree. I've already been giving orders out to hunting party's and boarder patrols. Now don't get me wrong, I love the respect I get from it, its just I never wanted to do this in the first place. Now if I would be able to hang around people every once and awhile then id be fine with everything, but that's just not the case.

In the distance I could hear my pursuers getting closer to me. They must have picked up on my scent, this was not good. If I was caught and brought back to my father, there was no telling what he'd do to me. All I know is the consequences would not be good. But luck was on my side, just ahead of me was a little stream.

I dove straight into the stream, washing off my scent, then quickly dove out and sprinted to the nearest tree. When I came to one I immediately started to climb it. I was one of very few wolves who was able to do this. I didn't know many who could climb trees, the only people I know who can are me, my father, and my mentor.

My mentor is a strange wolf, he never really talks. Only on occasion do I hear him talk when he is teaching me, and still he only uses a few words. His voice is very deep and raspy. Then there's just his appearance. And its saying something when I call someone strange, I have poor black fur with crimson red stripes going down my sides, it was a sight to see, as my mother puts it.

He is completely black, so black you cant even se him in the dark. Mixed into his black fur is little spots of red. It was really hard to notice but it was there, it looked like a permanent blood stain on his fur. His eyes are probably the strangest. They are pitch black giving him the appearance of something demonic. He is quite a creepy wolf, yet I still love him like family.

He has shown quite a bit of affection towards me, it was strange. he never seemed to show any affection towards anyone else, he only showed respect towards his superiors, nothing else. He has taught me everything that I know. My stealth, fighting, reading others, even being a leader. He's actually been more of a father to me than my real father. It was kind of depressing to think about.

I had just reached a branch that would keep me perfectly out of sight when three wolves came to the base of the tree.

"Where'd he go?" a wolf I knew as Johnson asked.

"I don't know, I lost his scent.'" Another wolf known as Caleb said.

"Blake is not going to like this." another named Kerry pointed out.

They all groaned at the mention of my father.

"He always seems to push his kids away." Johnson said as they walked away.

Wait, what was that last part. Did they say kids, as in I'm not the only one. If that is what I heard then what happened to the other, or even others. Why would they keep this from me.

I just shook the thought away, it didn't matter right now, I didn't care. I don't think I will ever care about that family ever again. They never really cared for me or my feelings. My mom did show love towards me but she never spoke up when dad would put me through all those trials. Though I can honestly say I will miss Abby, but sacrifices have to be made.

I made my way back down the tree and stuck to my plan, which is to get to the center of Jasper. I could tell I was getting close because the rocky terrain was starting to fade away and was being replaced with shrubbery and other things that are at this level of elevation. I didn't waste anytime and ran where I soon ended up in the middle where all the packs met into one. I gasped at the sight, it was amazing.

You could just tell which pack was which by looking at this one spot. On the northern section everything was covered in snow while the other parts didn't have any snow at all. The eastern section has a brown color in everything on that side. The trees, grass, everything just had a bit of a brown shading. Then there was the southern section, everything over there looked dead, everything was black and rotten. Trees burnt and flowers wilted away, it was an ugly sight. And last there was the western section. It was filled with bright colors, lushes green trees and beautiful vegetation. Though winter was near, the western section did not show any signs of winter coming.

Like I said, it is a miraculous sight. As I was starring at the wonder of everything I started to hear other voices. I started to panic thinking that it was Johnson, Caleb, and Kerry. Then I heard the voices clearer, and they were young. They belonged to other pups. That is a relief. So I didn't do anything, just sat down and continued to stare in wonder at my surroundings.

As I expected when I heard the voices get really close they came to an abrupt end. I knew that they had spotted me, and I didn't really care.

"Hi there!" I heard someone call out after awhile of silence.

I just lifted my paw in the air waving to them.

"What are you doing out here all alone." I heard another voice ask.

"Just coming here to see this, its quite an amazing sight isn't it?" I told them looking at them.

They stared at me wondering why I was talking like an adult yet I was still but a pup. So I decided to dumb it down for them.

"I'm looking at the pretty colors." I rephrased. They just nodded their heads.

I saw they were about to say something else but out of nowhere three pups busted through a bush laughing away. I just stared at them Until they looked up seeing us all. Awkward.