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

　　My fingers traced the marks on both hands. They weren't healing. I had managed to stop it from bleeding but the wounds weren't closing as they would during the healing process.


　　They stung as I touched them. These were bites I obtained from my fated mate, Rain.


　　"They still aren't healing?" I heard Madison.


　　I immediately pulled down the long sleeves of my shirt hiding them.


　　Madison approached me and sat before my desk.


　　"It, has been hours, and still your wounds, look fresh," she said concerned.


　　"If they don't heal quickly, they could get infected.


　　"I know," I retorted too worried about them.


　　I know why my wounds were taking such a long time to heal. I had hurt my fated mate badly. I had caused her so much misery when she did nothing wrong to me. I blamed myself for being unable to control my anger.


　　I placed my hand on my lap not wanting her to.


　　"How's she doing?" I asked ignoring her request.


CHAPTER 52