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 was still in the same spot from yesterday. The outside was soaked with rain from all my tears and my fur remained smeared in blood, blood that was now dried to my fur, reminding me along with every scar the cruel alpha gave me. My wounds had closed up but they left scars that seemed they were never going to go away.


　　Raindrops found their way into the tree, creating a small puddle. My head looked down into it and tears formed in my eyes seeing the word he wrote on my forehead, nothing. I whimpered, recollecting him saying it. His voice kept repeating in my head and I spun around changing my position.


　　My ears suddenly raised and my nose sniffed, scenting I was not alone. Wolves were near my home. I stood up, frightened, trying to locate their direction. I sensed one not too far from the tree I was but the other I had somehow lost his scent. I had to leave knowing I wasn't safe here.


CHAPTER 7 Attacked