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

　　My long hair brushed against the floor, I touched it. It was so soft within the palm of my hands. My hand slid along it and my head lowered staring at my breast. They were strange, very. The nipples of my breast were weird and much different from my wolf form. I felt them, they were firm, round, and smooth. I began to observe my olive skin tone, unlike my furry wolf form. I barely had any hair on my skin to keep me warm.


　　How did they manage every day, to walk around in their human form without their fur to keep them warm? I thought. I then realized that's why they wore the strange covering Madison said was clothes. It was like their human fur, one of their many, for it wasn't as permanent as the fur of the wolve's skin.


CHAPTER 16 My Human Form