My name is Salem Harpen. I'm eighteen years old. And I am the last member of my pack.
The day I was born, my pack was secretly attacked and many of them were killed. My grandmother was lucky enough to escape with me into the depth of the forest. 
For eighteen years my grandmother and I have been dwelling secretly in the forest. Old age had soon taken over her and she was not strong anymore. The day she was taking her last breath. She made me make a promise to never leave our secret place. One day I had to. There was no more prey to hunt and I was slowly dying of hunger. I had to leave our secret place to survive.
Seeing the outside world of the forest for the first. I was scared. I swiftly search for enough food to return to my safe place but unexpectedly I was captured by a pack of wolves for hunting on their land without any permission. New to the outside world I was clueless about such a rule. They chained me up and carry me away to be punished by their alpha. I cried. Was I the end of my entire pack?

The Hidden She-wolf

　　I whimpered, frightened and in pain. My tail was bitten off.


　　"When I'm through with you, you won't look like a wolf, you scoundrel. You and your kind don't deserve to be called a wolf, you're all low life and a disgusting rogue."


　　Immediately I turned around to flee for my life. He leaped readily to sink his teeth into my neck. My eyes closed preparing for my death. Suddenly my eyes opened hearing a fight. I was surprised to see two wolves from the Dark Moon Pack fighting the Two Grey wolves. Quickly, I turn around and ran away from them. Tears emerged from my eyes. I could not fight back the tears of the great pain I was undergoing. The Grey pack had killed my entire pack, robbing me of a life of happiness and peace I could have had and now one had bitten off my tail.


CHAPTER 9 The tail-less Wolf