Prologue
Winter breeze snapped at Snow’s paws. Her white pelt camouflaging the swirling tundra-like weather. It would be a harsh winter to bring up some cubs. Winds tore at the branches of the leaf-stripped trees, now glimmering white snow gathering in groups on the branches. Wolves were used to the glimmering elegance of the snow, but the snow had its ways. It will make beautiful scenery for you, but in return for a elegant sight is a brutal winter with scarce prey. Life was great on the mountain peak, but in the winter, it is about one thing; survival. The moon drew high in the sky, this is when the wolves of other packs awoke but in this pack? Well they are different from the rest and in this case, it was just a night-time wander. Snow trudged forward, three cubs behind her, she was going to take them to the Mighty Oak, which is standing taller than any of their dens, and is near the edge of the base. But since it was a violent blizzard it was hard to trudge trough the very deep snow. The smallest cub stopped, “I can’t go on! I can’t, I can’t! It’s just too cold!” she wailed.
“Okay, cubs, lets go home we shall see the Might Oak another day,” Snow scooped up Rose, the only female in the litter, “Okay, cubsh lets gow now,” Snow said through a mouthful of fur. She too was feeling the violent grip of the snow.
Suddenly, from the black of the shadows the omega wolf, Jag, came from the darkness, is scruffy pelt and amber hawk-like eyes glittering. The crystal-like snow thundering down like bullets as it grew higher and higher. Jag looked at Snow bitterly, who gently let go of Rose, “Why are you here Jag, you should be in your den,” Snow growled.
“Rather be out here, actually.”
“Shut up Jag,” Snow flailed out a thorn sharp claw and raked it down Jag’s face.
“Well, I’m escaping tonight, and I’m going to my true pack!”
“When will you learn Jag? Your pack hates you! They don’t want you there, and we don’t want you here!”
“Well I have some wolves, on the high peak, in a small pack, they are my pack!”
“A bunch of lone wolves probably,” Snow muttered.
“And we are going to raid this pack!” Jag proudly announced.
“How could you? Lone wolves can’t fight!”
“We’re going to break into the shelter, maybe not this moon but soon,” Jag spoke defiantly.
“Oh really? Well they will have to pierce their pelts on the thickets or climb the rocky mound, the mound that only Redwood Pack have the claws for, to get into our base!”
“That’s exactly why I’m going to do this,” Jag growled and lurched at Rose, and snatched her up with one claw, he yanked her scruff violently and leaped Out of the base. Rose was gone. Snow looked at her paws, she had failed to look after her cubs. She watched as Thunder and Storm, her other cubs, whined for their sister. The snow was now violently turning into something more than a blizzard, or a whiteout, in fact she wasn’t sure if it was just her head.
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