that night of his birth... what a dreaful horrible night... so much pain and blood shed spread through the manor. His mother screaming in labor, the fire wirling around the slaves quarters, his father rushing to save his soon to be finished famikly. When one door closes, another door opens, for Shira this was all to true. His mother died the instant he cried taking his first breath. All his father could do was hold the crying infant pup. Soothe him best he could while soothing his own painful memories, and fighting his mourning heart focusing on his task at hand. "Protect thy Son, leave thy home..." he repeated to himself over and over again as he ran, faster and faster away from the burning manor, and the mate he had sold his soul to stay with....<br/><br/>The memory rang through Shira's head as he waited for his orders. His dad had been a slave, and he too had grown up a slave. His father dying when he was only two. His father did leave one piece of advice. "Son, find thy own path, befriend thy owner. Make him love you, then, shatter that trust, with one last burst on one night you choose, run.... but only when you have found that heartbeat that makes your heart race, only then should you feel the need to make yourself free. Even though the life of a slave his hard, at least you will have a home and food, they dont want thier slaves dying. Wait till you have a reason, an object to protect, then use all the anger and pain from your past to free you..." those were the last sentences his dad ever said. They didn't make much since but Shira understood what it ment. And that is exactly what he was going to do now...