Owl House: The Wind of the Wolf

Prologue

In the town of Gravesfield, Connecticut, dark gray clouds were rolling in as a storm had started to come. Thunder could be heard booming overhead, lightning flashed in blue and white as the dark clouds had gathered.
The faint sunlight had illuminated the town that lined the streets and outlined a figure of a runaway woman in a dark blue cloak that was covering her gray dress was running through the streets with a small bundle of a baby who was being held in her arms as the woman continued running for their lives.
The woman's hair was long and tangled in the shade of silvery-blonde and her eyes were wide, bright blue with a determined look in her eyes. They were behind her and they were gaining on them ever second. They were accidentally separated by their allies and were now being chased by their enemies. Not to mention that the woman had lost her beloved and courageous husband to those vile people that were pursuing her and her baby.
If the woman didn't do something soon she would killed or held captive. But it would mean that her child would sadly grow up to be one of the cold-hearted killers, not knowing that the world would probably fall into destruction if they weren't stopped. She would become one of those cursed weapons of destruction, believing that the bad is good and the good is bad.
She kept running. Her breaths had became ragged gasps as she continued running. They had almost caught up with her and her child, she knew she wouldn't survive the fight in the next few minutes, but her child will probably have a better chance of life than she does.
The woman ran to a shadowed forest and watched silently as the enemies had ran past her and her baby. The woman sighed softly in relief, she had given herself some precious time to spend with the baby before she had to lead the cold-hearted killers away from her precious baby. Even though it means risking her own life or loosing her sanity.
The woman lowered her baby behind some bushes and took off a necklace with a beautiful blue crystal pendant inlaid in silver with a small howling wolf at the bottom and on the back was a small engraving that said "Sierra" in a cursive like writing and placed it around her baby's neck. In the basket was a wooden carving of a silvery-grey wolf that once belonged to the woman's late husband and now belongs to their daughter. The woman closed her eyes and she kissed her baby's forehead, making the baby looked up at the woman with wide, deep blue eyes.
"Sierra, my little wolf pup," whispered the woman quietly. "I wished you knew how much me and your father loved you. You're filled with love and light. Your father loves you and I love you too. I'm afraid I have to go. But I will always be with you, even if you can't see me." The woman held both of her baby's hands and gently placed a kiss on her hands before placing one of her baby's hands on her chest. "You will always be in my heart my little wolf."
The mother hesitantly let go of her baby's hands, letting their hands slip away from each other, as the mother stood up and walked out of the woods with a a determined expression in her gaze. She looked around warily and ran in the other direction of the incoming enemies. Her enemies enemies had spotted her and started pursuing after her again.
Although the mother didn't turn around to see the fate of her child and wouldn't have lived long to find out her child had been greeted by another woman with a kind, sympathetic face and soft hazel eyes. The woman gently picked up the awakening child and carried the child from the woods and towards a house, and this place is where the story of this child might begins...