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 would be no match for them without my powers. Alpha Deucalion giving up his life for me would be all in vain. I cannot afford it to be so, I will never allow it, tears flooded my eyes as I remembered his lifeless body on the ground.


　　The rain didn't come pouring down like it did, for I had no powers.


　　I slowly stepped backward in fear as I saw their claws emerge from their finger ready to tear me apart.


　　They were nowhere to run for they have encircled me.


　　"Don't do this please," I begged.


　　I cried out as Alaric slashed me across the face with his sharp claw.


　　I dropped to my knees shifting into my human form instantly by the sharp pain. I was now naked, and I held the right side of my face in pain while it kept bleeding.


　　My hand shakes as my finger traced the deep wound. They had destroyed my face. It won't heal since I'm powerless and losing too much blood I could die.


　　"Please don't do this," my voice shivered as I begged.


CHAPTER 72