I have always hated pain. It doesn't matter what kind: emotional, mental, physical, or caused by some kind of sickness or disease. Usually- it had been that I could not be hurt-but today, it seems, everything catches up with me. I don't think this is supposed to hurt so much.

The pain seems to burn through me as the first bundle of fur is forced from my body. Grey, more like his father, and it seems to me he'll have long fur, and he'll be a muscled boy that is for sure. "Kyran, the follower of his father's paw steps."

It is not long before the second bundle lay next to her big brother. My tongue laps over my pretty first born daughter gently, as my mind whirls. A princess, though one that nobody but me and my mate would recognize. The true gem among her siblings. "Lulla, with the voice of the sirens soothing her soul."

Soon the last pup lay with her two older siblings. She was the only one who was not squeaking and whimpering, for she seems to have no voice. Then maybe she will grow up as I had, with literally no say in anything. She took after me, with charcoal gray, and tiny stature. "Rirakiin, inheritor of the curse."