A rogue facility found you, taking you into cold, reinforced kennels where you were no longer a daughter, no longer a wolf of your pack—you were a subject, a puzzle, a test. Years passed. Wolves came and went, some scared, some broken, but none stayed. You learned to survive silently, refusing obedience, refusing weakness. The handlers called you “difficult,” but they didn’t know how to read the storm beneath your stillness. One night you broke out and killed many on the way.