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 looked at a vine, a similar vine my father used to hang himself, now understanding how he had felt and why he had done it. He felt there was no point in living anymore. All he had was gone and he felt alone.


　　I too was alone, again. I didn't have Madison anymore. Tears ran down my cheek not wanting to live anymore. Life was too painful, my life was. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to live another day going through another painful moment. I can't bear it anymore.


　　I reached for the vine from the tree and pulled it to me until I had had enough length.


　　I cried as I wrapped it around my neck. I began to climb to the top of the tree but the heavy rain caused the trunk of the tree to be slippery. My body would slide down with each attempt I made to climb up the tree. I was not going to give up. I wanted to escape all the pain and hurt and death was my way out.


CHAPTER 40