I was sitting in the van, in my baby carriage, when I heard a car coming, my mom and dad weren't paying attention to me, and I crawled into the bottom of the floor-board. When the 18 - wheeler hit the van, I cried, we were spinning out of control in the air, and the air bags hit both of my parents in the face, suffocating them. When we hit the ground, I crawled out of the van through the broken windows, cutting my hands in the process. I sat up and cried. I then heard howling and became scared. Just when I was going to wet myself, a pack of wolves came in from the woods. The largest girl, came and nudged me with her giant nose. I instantly loved her like a mother. Then the leading male came and licked my face. I think I had found a home.
When turned seven, I was intelligent in the way of wolves. I could understand their language, how to hunt, and how the ranking system works. One night, I heard growls outside of our cave, and that only meant a threat. I walked outside to see my entire pack fighting nasty rouges. After 30 seconds, every single wolf was dead except for me. I considered myself a part of them. Now I was the ruler of the forest.
I was King of the White Woods.