Lyght was born into a pack, with 3 other siblings. They all were born to a pair of beta's, they had a loving pack. Their parents loved them with all their hearts, as did the rest of the pack, including the alphas. The alpha's had pups of their own. Which Lyght and his siblings played with, as they grew up. As they grew a new pack arrived next to theirs and almost instantly the packs were rivals. War hadn't erupted just yet but everyone knew it would happen eventually. The pack started to train in fighting in case war did happen. That included the pups, (when they got old enough) though just pups they could still learn to fight for the future. A year had passed and the new packs numbers grew largely. Lyghts pack was out numbered and the tension between the packs got worse. A peace meeting had taken place but it ended in a death on both sides. The rival pack lost an alpha and the other lost a beta. The male beta. Lyghts father. The male had grown close to his dad over the last year. They had a bond that could never be broken, or at least that's how it was. Months dragged on as and Lyght would train non-stop. There were days he would pass out from exhaustion. He wanted revenge! He would kill every last one of them! It didn't matter to him if he died in the end. All he wanted was to kill the ones that killed his father!

As the months dragged on Lyght grew colder and colder. The loss of his father made him distant to everyone. He didn't want distractions while he was training, he wanted to become the strongest of them all. The male did achieve his goal, not even the alpha could beat him but Lyght wasn't going to challenge the alpha. His soul focus was still on revenging his fathers death. A week dragged on and Lyght still continued with training but one day the alpha wanted him to hunt, along with his other siblings. Lyght wasn't happy with this but he couldn't disobey an alpha's order. They trotted off into the forest in search of a big enough meal to feed the entire pack. They split up into different groups and once they had a kill they would howl. It wasn't long before Lyght heard a howl but it wasn't any of his siblings howl, it was his alphas. It was a cry for help. They were being attacked. Lyght sprinted back and found everything in chaos. From a distance he could see how out numbered they were. The male didn't care, he attacked the first wolf he saw, ripping its neck open. He quickly moved on to the next wolf he saw, ramming it into the ground and biting its neck, killing it almost instantly. The male lifted his head in search of another wolf but he heard a yelp that was cut off soon after, it was from one of his siblings. He looked to his left and saw his sibling dead. The male stood there and stared, he couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't want to. He had been so selfish, never bothering to think about his siblings and now one of them is dead. Before Lyght could react a wolf tackled him and cut his side open, the male yelped, he scratched the wolfs under belly leaving multiple open wounds. This wolf was a horrible fighter, like it never trained. Sure it injured the male but it got injured just as bad. Kicking the wolf off him, Lyght went to find his other siblings. A moment later he spotted them, one was about to get killed. Lyght sprung into action, jumping on the rival wolf and killing it, tearing his wound more open. The two quickly found the other sibling and they devised a plan. They knew they were out numbered but they had no choice but to fight. They would stick together during the fight.

As the fight raged on the pack got more out numbered, it was only a matter of time before they would die. It wasn't until a many kills later that Lyght found himself getting dizzy, he had forgotten about his wound. The male fell to the ground and blacked out. It was night when he awoke. He looked around and saw the rest of his siblings dead, along with the rest of the pack. He slowly got up and used his muzzle to try to push them awake. He refused to believe that he lost everything but he remembered his mother. She must have been hiding, he started walking towards the his old den but when he got there it was to late. The male collapsed, not wanting to live, not wanting to do anything. He laid there, his mind empty, his eyes empty, his soul soulless.

After some time the male realized he had to get up, he needed to heal his wounds. He got up and headed to the back of the den. There was some medicine that would stop the bleeding as well as heal the wound faster. He ate the herbs and sat by his mother. Lyght gave her a lick (kiss) on the cheek and said his goodbyes. He didn't want to leave but the rival wolves would be back and he was in no condition to fight. He walked over to his siblings and said his goodbyes. He blamed himself for every ones death, if he hadn't been so careless he might have not gotten hurt. He couldn't bare being there any longer, so he decided it was best to leave. He slowly started walking to the border and when he got there, he howled for all of his pack members that lost their lives defending there home but he mostly howled for his family. It was a long sorrow filled howl, filled with pain and suffering. He knew it was a bad idea howling but it was the most he could do at the time to commemorate them and with that he fled his old pack leaving nothing behind but his blood and paw prints.