I am happily curled up in a nice warm tight ball. I enjoy being close to Mother. Even though I am not supposed to like this sort of thing, I cannot help it. Perhaps it is something I received on my Father’s side, the need to be by those like me, the need to love and care. Perhaps it is because I am a puppy and my mind still tells me that I am to be close to Mother like this. Either way, I know it will not be like this forever. Mother will leave me by summers end. Then I would be on my own. I am afraid. I am terrified. Yet I must squash those fears. I must get rid of my puppy sense. Wolves come and go. Mother is just leaving, but that doesn’t mean I will never see her again. I am allowed to travel to the outer lands, to come see her. I still have much to learn, but I must also learn from my pack as well. After all, I made the effort to prove to the wolf that will become my Alpha, that I would be a loyal wolf serving the pack. I must start doing so if I am ever to become a Demon. That is something my Mother and Father can never be. This…is something I must do, alone. Yet for now, I remain curl up against my Mother, our ebony fur entwined. I love the warmth, I love the feel of my Mother against me. I feel protected. She loves me…I know it. She may think it is impossible, but I know….Father tells me that she cares in her own special way. Just as Father cares for me in his own special way to. I guess perhaps, that makes me special in some very small way. My crimson ears twitch as I hear the low grumblings coming from a lower masculine tone. I wiggle from my Mother as I perk my head up staring at the entrance of the den, seeing a familiar black and white figure.

As I struggle to get out from my Mother’s paws and legs, I feel her teeth clamp down on my scruff. Not moving I go still allowing her to place me on the ground, with access to run to the entrance. Yet before I can go, she wipes my cursed mark clean. My dark eyes look to her cold ones and I know, deep down, she does care…even if she never shows it to others. Eagerly I run to the entrance, my big paws struggle to keep me balanced along my small ebony stilts. Yet as I get closer to the entrance, I slow my pace and walk a bit slower. My ebony head held high as I step out into the light. I look up to my Father, the Omega, the reason why others look down upon me. He is the reason why I must try so hard to become like the others in my pack. It is difficult, but I was special. I lift my nose and growl lowly, my puppy growl sounds more adorable than sinister as I tap my muzzle to his nose, my own sign of affection for the male that has cursed me. Yet I feel safe to give him some affection, I mean, no one else will notice.

“Morning Father…what are we going to do today?”

Father usually comes up with the things to do when we go on these outings. I look up at him. My gaze haunted. I attempt to look at him, but there is nothing cute that I can show. I am not like other puppies. I am being raised to be a Monster and carry the blood and markings to be a Demon. As Mother approaches I instantly turn off whatever warm charm I possess as my exterior turns cold. I give a nod, as I look to Father, knowing he would understand. I plan on attending. I want to be what he will never be.