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"We live as protectors of the world, and it's creatures. We live to see to it that our race does not destroy the others that our gods have righteously displayed on the earth's many terrains."



Those were words my brother said, some of the many things our tribe has lived by for thousands of years. Before there were others here, before the bureaucracy, the greed, and the exile. We were here to live in harmony and protect the creatures that gave us life. And when they came, the others like us, it became our job to hide the truth from their eyes. Humans are monsters, and many times I have asked myself if I am human. If my people are human? Wolves run through our land and our veins, our bloods have become one. We are not human. What would they do if they knew the truth about my people? How slowly would they kill us in experiments, for what is only natural?



My brother is dead at their hands, and I am here now to protect the truth. They come in, the "scientists" who find the endangered wolves on our lands to be, and I quote "exceptionally developed". We do not know what they want, but my people are in the midst of chaos without my brother.



I do not qualify as an heir, and now we're going to hold the leadership rites. I will fight for the blood title, I will follow my brother. This is while our land is being invaded by the scientists coming to "study" our pack. The wolves only seen at night, who are larger, and stronger then the normal wolves in the surrounding area. If they knew, we would all die.



My pack.

My people.

Our life.



This is a battle we can not loose, we must get them out.