• Love.
    I don't know the meaning of the word.
    But if you really think about it, nobody does.
    They just go around describing themselves as being in it.
    It's annoying, how people use this word so frequently.
    Why use a word that you can't define?
    It's a mystery that's never going to be solved.
    I personally despise the word.
    But, I've actually used it myself.
    I've also felt the imaginary sensation that they call love.
    It feels great for a while.
    Then you usually get your heart torn out.
    I know exactly how that feels.
    I just lost my love.
    She was tall and beautiful.
    Her beautiful brown curls hung down her back.
    Her soft white skin sparkled in the sunlight.
    I especially loved her eyes.
    The right one was green.
    The left was gray.
    That means she's a type C.
    Her fur would be brown.
    Wait.
    I'm getting ahead of myself.
    You see, I come from a pack.
    A pack of warewolves.
    There aren't many rules.
    You basically just have to be smart and stay alive.
    We always have to be human in the human world.
    But here, in Fole (my world) it doesn't matter.
    People know which pack you're from just by looking at you.
    Simply because your eyes determine the color of your fur.
    We have two different eye colors.
    The color of your fur tells you what blood type you are.
    The color of your fur has nothing to do with your human hair color.
    Your blood type tells you which pack you're part of.
    For example, my right eye is hazel and my left is green.
    That means I have red fur. (More the color of a redheaded human's hair)
    Red fur means I'm the rare type.
    I'm type F, so I'm in Pack 18.
    But Pack 18 is in danger.
    We need something.
    That thing is the difference between life and death.
    We have to find it in order to survive.
    But there's one tiny problem.
    It's in the human world.
    It's hidden deep in an underground tomb.
    We're guessing by our maps that it's in the place you call Australia.
    We're going to go find it.
    And I'll tell you how.
    This is my story.
    The story of Lorias and Pack 18.
    This story has a name.
    We call it, Legend.