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 haven't left the room since the fight with Madison. I stayed the entire evening until it was the next day.


　　The morning I got up early, feeling the need for a run. My wolf was dying too.


　　Madison was still in her room asleep when I sneaked out and shifted into my white wolf. I covered my marking that screamed I was a member of The River Pack, a high rank and then I ran into the forest.


　　The Grey Pack was no more and I had planned to run until my wolf had had enough.


　　The surrounding wasn't brightly lightened as yet. I had awoken as well before the morning sun. I could find my way running through the forest without falling or hitting into anything. It was a wolf thing or was dwelling in the depth of the forest for 18 years apart of it?


　　It felt good racing through the forest alone. I felt a sense of peace, it relaxed me.


CHAPTER 31