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

　　The night I didn't leave, though I was unsure whether this pack was fit for me, still, I decided to stay.


　　I was starting to feel connected to Arkane though I didn't know his story. His deep scars under his apparel and knowing how it feels to be hurt by someone you trust, made me stay. Arkane knew how it feels to be hurt based on what he told me last night. I feel it's better to dwell among someone who understands the pain of being hurt.


　　The night I returned to the building I was to stay at while Arkane was still under the tree watching over us.


　　I wished Alpha Deucalion was somehow like him, probably life wouldn't have been so difficult for me and I wouldn't be pregnant by rape.


　　If only the cruel alpha understand pain like Arkane and had scars to show it he wouldn't be so cruel and merciless.


　　"Everyone come outside breakfast is ready!" I heard a loud shout that awakened me. In a line, I and the she-wolves left our bed going outside.


CHAPTER 43