Prologue

Wolven Moon is tale set in the mind and life of wolves, woven with tales and hints of fantasy. The world in the wild has changed dramatically now that there is no longer one single pack ruling the roost.

Willow, a young, nervous she-wolf, the daughter of the alphas, is the only one that seems to understand that their home is in more danger than it appears. With visions of a world much unalike to what she has ever seen frequenting her dreams and every day life, she must learn to trust the ins

Blood soiled the clean white ground. Red streams carved through the snowfall. Wind ravaged at the ice, the rock, the tundra, and the wolves.

She stared with eyes as black as the ocean at the second wolf, one whose pelt seemed untouched by the howling wind. Crimson wet his white, wiry face, bubbling in dark clots from his left eye. She dug her claws into the frosted earth, stancing herself so she wasn't taken aback by the violent gale that raked along her thin pelt.

Droplets began to form along the ridge of her chin among the frozen strands of fur. They dropped to the ground and splashed vibrant red against the snow but they were whipped away. A slice across her jaw bone carved deep like a crescent moon on her cheek. The raw flesh seared with hot, fresh pain. She could taste the blood welling in her mouth.

Her opposition stared at her with one, pale blue eye, his other squeezed shut. Her paws tingled, her fur bristled, her ears twitched. In one fluid movement she was gone. The blizzard parted a clear path from where she had once stood to where she was now, having torn through the rapidly falling snow like a claw lanced through the air, her teeth fastening into the dog-wolf's neck before she pushed him forward towards the dark, reckless water with malice in her glare.

Blood soiled the clean white ground. Red streams carved through the snowfall. Wind ravaged at the ice, the rock, the tundra, and the single pale she-wolf as she stared into the silent, deadly water.

The End

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