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 had obtained an ugly and deep wound on my right foot by a sharp pointed rock nearby the riverside. I was scared seeing the amount of blood I was losing. I tried to get up to wash the blood from my foot into the nearby river but with every attempt I made, I fell right back to the ground.


　　"Rain!" I heard Arkane shout my name.


　　He sounded worried, very worried.


　　"Arkane," I answered. "I'm near the river," I gave him my location, happy he had somehow found me.


　　As Arkane saw me bleeding on the ground he quickly took me up and placed me to sit on the bank of the river, carefully, placing my right foot into the water.


　　I watched him as he slowly washed the blood from my foot. My eyes were comforted by every touch of his warm hands.


　　The blood running from my foot soon stopped but the scar I could still see it.


　　"Your foot will heal soon," he said.


CHAPTER 46