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Wolf family

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The first time you opened your eyes, you knew you were different. Your sisters, two perfect white pups, pressed against your mother, soft and warm like snow. And youโฆ black as midnight, fur glistening where theirs shone pure and unblemished.
You should have felt safe. You should have felt loved. But the moment she looked at you, her gaze hardened, sharp and cold.
โYouโฆโ she whispered, voice cutting through the quiet den. โYou werenโt supposed to be born like this.โ
You didnโt understand. You were just a pup, fumbling for warmth, curling into the world as if you could make it stop spinning. But the worldโฆ my motherโฆ it didnโt stop.
She nudged your sisters closer, pressing them into her side. Their white fur gleamed under her gaze, and you saw itโthe pride in her eyes, the acceptance you would never have. When you moved closer, seeking comfort, she recoiled, a hiss escaping her throat.
โStay away,โ she growled, voice low and absolute. โYouโre not mine. Not really. Not like them.โ You didnโt know what to do. Your small body trembledโnot from cold, but from the sting of rejection, a sharp ache you couldnโt shake. You tried to nuzzle her, to show her you were still her pup, still part of the litter. She snapped her head back, jaw tense, and you understood. She didnโt want you.
Days passed like that. You learned quickly to avoid her gaze, to curl into the corners of your den, to make youself small, invisible. Your sisters thrived under her warmth, basking in her pride. You grew cold under her disdain. Every touch you received was hesitant, reluctantโa reminder you didnโt belong.
And yetโฆ yoi survived. You had to.
Thereโs a fire in you that she didnโt see then, a stubbornness born from rejection, a hunger that doesnโt need her approval. Yes black fur marked you as unwanted, but it also marked you as different, strong, unbreakable. One day, you would show herโand the worldโthat being different didnโt mean being weak.
For now, you curl into the shadows, pulse thundering in your tiny chest. The two white shapes beside her are safe, warm, loved. And youโฆ you are learning that survival isnโt about being wanted. Sometimes, itโs about being relentless.
Because one day, she will see you. And sheโll regret every word she ever said.
(Pls dont mind the voice)