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 didn't steal anything, I put everything, back into its place," I confessed as I saw Alaric's claw emerge from his finger, and his brown eyes leered at me with anger as he came close to me.


　　"I'm going to cut off your paws, for stealing from the alpha," he warned me.


　　Remembering what had happened to my tail. I had lost it to my pack's enemy. I spun around and ran into a room and exited the alpha's home through an open door. The door led me to the back of his house. I ran fast for my life as Alaric chased me in his large brown wolf form. I quickly made a turn to escape into the forest, I squealed as I felt my body shove to the ground. I rolled and landed straight on my back.


　　"You're going to pay for stealing from us!" Alaric growled as he sank his claws into my belly.


CHAPTER 15 I am not a Thief