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 monitored her unconscious body, worried. Madison had informed me she had lost a lot of blood; from the horrible scar she had obtained on her face. Salem could never wake up if her powers don't return.


　　How badly I wanted to punish them for hurting her, but I didn't want her to wake up and not see me. I promised her I would never leave her side and I will keep that promise.


　　I held her small hand within mine, pleading to the moon goddess to not let her die. I carried her hand to my face resting it on my lips, it felt so warm and soft. How I wished I had powers like hers to heal her. I felt down not being able to help her like she did with me. It was her kiss that brought me back to life and now all I can do is hold her hand hoping for her to get better soon. It was not enough.


　　"She almost makes you die and you're holding your hand like it never happened," said Madison upset.


CHAPTER 73