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

　　"Rain, I've placed your clean clothes in the closet," said Madison.


　　"Yes," I answered as I studied my naked human form in the large bathroom mirror.


　　"Do you have a clean pair of clothes to wear in the bathroom?" Madison asked, now standing outside at the door of the bathroom.


　　"Yes," I again replied glancing at the blue jeans pant and light blue blouse I had chosen myself to wear.


　　"Okay, I'll be downstairs. Don't take too long, remember you have learning to do after breakfast," Madison went off.


　　I touched my belly hating how it changed since my stay with Madison. My finger pressed into it. It felt hard and it was round and fat. It's like everything I've consumed the fat transferred only into that section.


　　I hit it loathing how weird I look with a bloated belly. I growled in pain and held my belly, hitting myself too hard.


　　"Are you alright up there?" Madison asked.


　　"I'm fine," I retorted as I started putting on my clothes.


CHAPTER 36