Chapter .9.

Tell me father, Which to ask forgiveness for: What I am, or what I'm not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret? What I became, or what I didn't? -thoughts of a stray . m.a.w. *** We watch from the background- the male looking at me. The wolves were in the distance, curled up at the foot of a hill. Resting. He puts his head down, repeating the same stance that he had done when asked if he was an Alpha. It takes me several seconds to finally realize that he is waiting. Slowly, I mimic him. He shuffles forward, almost sliding on his stomach against the rocky forest floor, as he approaches the pack. The young wolves eagerly race forward, tackling him and biting his tail and ears in play. I slowly, almost painfully, skim forward. They stop in the