The cold winter air felt amazing against my fur. A part of me felt free when I ran. I felt alive. I never wanted this to end.
3 years ago, I had run away from my pack. They treated females as if our only purpose was to produce heirs. It was disgusting, not to mention I was an omega, or to put it, at the bottom of the food chain. It wasn't fair that I had to do it when I was constantly bullied by the other wolves my age. And it wasn't fair that I had to see them enjoy living when I was forced by the alpha to clean the pack house or do some other crap he needed done. So on my 17th birthday, I had decided to run. And now til this day, that's what I'm doing, I'm still running.