Chapter 1

I remember thinking run. Run far away. Far far away. I was different. Shoot, Blue and I had been born with another pack. They thought we were different. We looked different, they called us the Growlers. When I'm older I might know what that means. I just chose my grown name, Flame for my red skin. My mother and father had been pet-dogs. They said that our pack was of Vizla's, and Dobermans. I've no idea what those mean. I wanted to run because they didn't like us. We were hunters because of our teeth, but because of our teeth or fangs, we weren't trusted. We were destroyed because we came from somewhere else. I wanted to leave. But this was my pack. I came from a pack that trusted me. But then the Alpha, Screw cast us out for not being good hunters. We had nowhere to go, we found this pack and asked if we could join. Red the Alpha agreed, with some hesitation. They had killed our sister Rail, and Blue became the Omega. Life, the former Omega was so excited. Life was a mean dog. She would do anything to harm a dog, except a packmate. She still hates the pack. Saw her kill a dog. No one trusted me. Until I showed Alpha and Beta the dead body with Life's hair's on it. That sent her back to eating last, although not Omega for ten days. Dakota, the Beta seemed like the only one who truly trusted me. I could never go back to the Growler pack, they didn't want me.