was blessed.The Goddess had looked down on me and finally righted all that was wrong in my life.Duke and I had spent so many years together, raising our pack of "misfits" and doing all that we could to ensure that they had the most stable, loving pack to grow up in. Together, we were reshaping their future, rerouting their path so they were no longer outcasts, delinquents, destined to repeat the mistakes of so many before them.With our help, they now had prospects, ambitions, a dream to reach for in this scary, confusing world.Thousands of wolves had passed through our packs. A lot of them were angry and borderline feral, some were timid, thrown out of their previous packs for being weak. By the time they left us - if they left us - they were strong, confident, trained to the best of their abilities.It hadn't taken Duke a long time to come to terms with the fact that he would never be a father - after all, neither of us had god examples to lea