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

　　After everything I've been through, I can imagine the amount of hurt my mom must have dealt with knowing my father never loved her and especially when she was carrying me.


　　I lay sadly under a tree in the hopes when I returned he would be gone by then. Knowing the person he is I didn't want to see his face again, ever. I began to wish he was truly dead and my mom was the one living.


　　Why do the bad ones live longer and the good ones die so fast? I couldn't help thinking with a heavy heart.


　　My head raised quickly from the ground hearing a sound behind me. I looked around and I felt a great instinct as if I'm being watched. I've been long enough in the hood, Madison must be concerned about my whereabouts and so I ran back to her house. I went where I had hidden my clothes and shifted redressing myself.


　　As I went inside an uneasy feeling swept over me knowing my father may be inside still speaking to Madison. I loathed making another contact with him.


CHAPTER 37