I cannot believe it. I just turned four years old and I was raped. I was not expecting such a thing to happen to me. I knew there were dark wolves out there, but I am not one that goes out and about to seek them out. I was within my home, I was in a place where I would always be safe, but even that was taken away from me. I no longer feel safe within the swamps. Here I do not feel as if I am home. It is a shame that I feel this way, because I never should in the first place. I should always feel safe within my home, but no longer will I be able to do such a thing. They say time heals everything, but I doubt it will ever heal the thoughts and painful feels that I am going through right now. When I was attacked by the she-wolf with one eye I had learned that I shouldn’t be out on my own anymore, and I learned that I actually had a guardian angel looking out for me. She was not here when I was raped. I have no idea where she and the little ones went, but I wish I never left her side. I should have stayed...I was safe there.

I am within the very den my own Mother delivered me. This is the only den I know. I grew up here. I made it a bit bigger for myself and at least another wolf in here, comfortably, even though I knew I would always be alone forever. I never saw myself being so very attached to my imprint, whoever he is, because my Mother wasn’t with my Father. I never even thought I would have a mate, because my Mother never had one. I always assumed I was one that no male would want and now with this child...I will forever be marked as one that shouldn’t be taken. I was claimed by another...I was stolen and it sickens me so. I have been having the labor contractions and they have been increasing on this very night. I had no other wolf to talk to. I had no other wolf to talk about what I should and shouldn’t do. I didn’t dare to leave the boundary again to seek out my Mother...now that I know she is the Alpha of Asteraia. I let out a gasp as I feel something odd behind me, like something is coming lose.

Breathing heavily I whimper as I push as instincts demand. Eventually I will hear the cry come out behind me and I see through the muck that it is an ebony and crimson creature and I am pleased that it does not look like that vile brown beast. Little did I know his eyes were in her own. Gently I tuck her next to me thinking I am doing what is right until I feel a sharp pain from her as she grabs a teat. Whimpering softly I begin to lick and clean her, assured she shouldn’t have that muck on her anymore. Tonight I am alone and it pains me to feel this way. Wasn’t this supposed to be a joyous occasion? Perhaps it would have been...if this was a creature that was meant to have life on purpose, but sadly it wasn’t. I think I might do the pup a favor and when she is old enough I will leave her on her own...Mother did it to me and I turned out okay...well sort of. With a soft whine I lay my head over my paws, my violet eyes looking out from the entry way as I peer through the willow tree’s strands unsure with what I was supposed to do now...now that I was a Mother.