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My whole life all I wanted was to have a mate that would love me and accept me for who I am. I wanted someone to take away the pain that losing my parents brought.

I wanted someone to love me, to care for me, and to save me from from this horrible life. I thought my mate would be my Prince charming. The one that would save me from the horrible reality of the world. But now I realize that my dreams would never be real that they were just dreams.

And all I want now is to run away to escape from all the pain an torture I've suffered all my life. Its time to stop thinking about being packless and start thinking about my freedom.

After all anything is better than being locked up in a pack even if it means fending for my life in the wilderness.