When I think of the past, I'm reminded of both good and bad memories. I think of a time of bliss and naviness. I think of how I would have thrown my life away for my pack; for the people in my class; for those in need.

When asked what I wanted to do; what I wanted to be known for I couldn't answer. And everyone else was able to do that.

My best friend wanted to be known in the filed of Analysts Research.

The alpha son wanted to be known as a Tattoo Artist.

My brother wanted to be a Casino owner.

For me it had been about the pack and making sure that whatever happened didn't destory it. Even if that means changing the one thing that had made me happy.

I would change falling in love.