It has been years since the humans finally faced their demise; those in hiding died in the place the thought would protect them from the fate. It was the wars that brought the humans to their end. We went to our underground dens away from the explosions of their missiles and the bullets of their guns. We hid for ten years coming out only to get what little food had survived the rampage on the high ground. When we stepped from the dens into the world above we were disheartened. It was expected but it never hurts to hope what we knew would come, wouldn't. They tore the earth to pieces, conflagrations left scars in our forests that seemed to go on for miles, the water was poisoned, and their vehicle and building shrapnel was everywhere.

            Some of our kind, wolves, lived on the meat off the bones of their battlefields, and the meats humans left in packing facilities. Some of us ventured off from the "Home" den to make a life in what forests were left. Two of these wolves were my parents on search of a life unlike those wolves that stayed behind, picking from the humans leftovers. My parents led a small pack called the "Kaylock" pack. My father, leader of the pack for some time, was a strong leader, but didn't believe in strict rules, making it easy to follow his lead. My mom was a hot-headed but nurturing wolf, always putting anyone before herself. She would only snap if you got in her way, or conflicted with anyone she put her trust in.

            They were happy to be with one another and tried their hardest to stay together at all times. They were well respected by their pack and never were revolted against. They always had an answer for every issue, whether it is for food, water, injury, or a pack trying to cross into their territory. But that only lasted for so long; it wasn't long till the "Vulture" pack began attempts at overthrowing our territory. They were called such because they were the ones who stayed behind to pick the meat of the battlefields and cities. Now, the bones were cleaned inside and out of meat and they needed more and knew we wouldn't have room in our pack for them.

            This was believed to be the start of the "Pack Wars". For after the first attack from the Vulture pack came many others. All from surrounding packs whose reproduction called for the need of more territory and food. Our pack did it's best to keep their forest stronghold fighting off pack after pack with well planned strategy. Some packs were killed off in the fights but some only got larger as pack made treaties and deals if they helped take over the Kaylock territories. More and more the attacks came, weakening the numbers of our pack to greatly. My father stepped down and in his place a young leader, Arson, stepped in his place. He decided all females would be required to produce at least one pup and if they were unable would be required to assist in the raising of another’s pups. This is when I was born; I was my mother’s only pup making her care for me all the more. She had named me Kay, after my father, Kaylock.

            Just as the other pups were required, I was required training to fight, strategize, and kill. It pained all the mothers to see what we went through at such an early age, to know that once full grown we would be made warriors to fight in the pack wars. I was lucky enough to of been able to stay with my parents for a month, because of my father’s prior standing as alpha. Arson had this great plan to increase our pack size and train pups from the beginning to fight in their prime. However it's approval would not reach to the lower levels of the pack, barely the beta's thought it proper play out such a plan. Revolts were all over the place as the females were forced to produce pups that were taken to be trained.

            My parents revolted, followed by many, attacking our battle trainers. This is what began the fall of the Kaylock pack. For in this revolt the alpha began a civil war sending the most trained pups to attack the parents and elders that were attacking those who trained us. Family killed family, brothers tore each other into shreds, and loved ones were put against each other. I can remember that day clearly, it was the day I fled the pack and began my journey for a place I was told that held peace, away from the wars.

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            "What are we supposed to be learning with this old hag rambling his life away," Leva complained, as the beta wolf told us stories of times before wolves were forced to bury themselves in the ground. None the pups around listened to the old wolf tell his and his comrades stories, of their fictional heroic deeds.

            "No kidding, and it's not like we don't know there all made up to make us think our lives as trainees is so great." I responded. Leva nodded her head in agreement then began to scan the crowd around her then turned her attention back to me.

            "Things aren't right around here, I since way to many wolves in our group" Leva stated as I began to realize she was right. I looked at the group I trained with and noticed way too many scents. Some were oddly familiar, not from anywhere in training but before then. Then my eyes locked on two older aged wolves that were definitely not there for training, they were my parents.

            "Leva," I whispered frantically trying to get her to look in the same direction I was, "look." She snapped her view towards my parent then looked at me inquisitively.

            "Who are those two?"

            "Leva, those are my parent's I remember them, their scents."

            "Well, what are they even doing here?"

            "I really don't know," I answered as I turned my attention to the Higher that was present. His name was Arson; he was a strong wolf, with no real significant intelligence at all. He constantly used his large size as an advantage, but could easily be outwitted by some of the simplest of strategies. He was clueless of the addition of members to our group; he only sat there his chest out making him look more refined and muscular. I took a quick glance back at my parents then turned back to Leva asking, "What do you think our parents are doing here?"

            Leva shrugged then took her own look at the Higher and noticed a wolf come to him and whisper something into his ear. "I don’t know but look," Leva responded pointing a paw in the Highers direction. Arson was nodding to the wolf who whispered to him. Finally, the wolf finished whispering and sat down next to Arson who took a long look over of the group. "Kay, do you think they found out?" Leva asked me.

            "No way, cause if he did he'd cause uproar"

            "What exactly makes you think that though?"

            "Come on Leva, be serious, you know our Higher just as much as me or the next wolf. If he found out of any parent invading the training grounds he'd have his brutes after them." I responded as I saw Arson stand to all fours and begin to walk towards the den, taking one glance back as he went out of site. The wolf that had whispered to him stayed however as if taking his place. "Besides look at that, he just left, and that's even more proof" Suddenly the wolf that took Arson's place nodded to someone in the crowd.

            "Kay! Something’s going down. That wolf just nodded to your parents and they just acknowledged him" Leva whispered loudly. I turned my head quickly at my parents who were doing just as Leva had said. I looked sharply at the parents in the grounds, all with an odd look to them. Their eyes were lifeless and hard, full of anger.

            "Leva, there's about to be an uprising, just like the others," I said regrettably knowing what was soon to come.

            "Kay, you can't be serious," she said looking at