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

　　Lydia hasn't left Alpha Arkane since she came to him, and neither did Alpha Arkane want her to. He would hold her close at his side wherever he went. I watched him as he carried her to his home and closes his door.


　　"It looks like our alpha is going to mark his Luna, for I see no mark on her neck" I heard she-wolves gossiping.


　　I kept staring at his closed door eager for it to be open. I remembered Madison once informing me what happened between a wolf when they found their mate, they make love and during that time, the male would mark the female, leaving a tiny mark on her neck that shows she belongs to him. I didn't want Alpha Arkane to mark her, I wanted him to mark me instead.


　　I felt a touch on my shoulder from behind and I spun around, it was Jane.


　　"Salem, I have been calling you for a long time," Jane complained.


　　Jane observed me and soon she realized I was still in the same clothes.


CHAPTER 60