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Delilah. “Did you say a red wolf?” Rose asks. “Yes, Silver is the Alpha of the red wolf. He has grown over the time as years have passed. We believe that they are a pack of ten thousand. They are known as an immortal pack. Your father is powerful even if he is a red wolf. Why are you so depressed?” The stern woman asks. I am on the floor. My entire body crumpled to the ground and my legs gave way to it. It is as if the weight of the world has collapsed upon my fragile frame. My once luminous eyes are clouded with sorrow, reflecting the depth of my despair. My long strands of hair cascades like a dark waterfall around my tear-streaked face, concealing the silent anguish etched upon her features. A solitary hand clutches my chest, as if trying to suppress the shattering pain within. “