A Conversation With God

"Move! Get to Cov-!" An explosion sounded out inside a convoy of military vehicles.

Roman who was only 19 was caught in the explosion. His reason for going to the army was simple. Family. Friends. But before the orphan could even get a taste of kinship, the lovely grenade touched him.

Now here he is sitting inside of a white room with nothing but a chair. Just as the eerie silence was reaching him a voice sounded, shaking the room.

"Destiny is a cruel but fair God. To fail you in this life but grant you another. Fate is his weapon of choice and your fate is the pack. Go and find your pack young one!" The voice said before a bright flash took over his senses.