Amidst the dense canopy of The Great Forest, Fang finds himself at a crossroads when he encounters Amber, an accused murderer from TundraPack. With ancient alliances and pack loyalties on the line, LakePack must decide: is Amber a threat, or a misun...
Warning, some of the things you may see in this book may not be friendly towards people who are uncomfy with these topics: Gore, Death, Murder, and War. This book also has semi-realistic wolf designs, meaning that this book might also not be the best if you're looking for realistic wolves!
This book is also targeted towards teenage/young adult audiences, so keep that in mind as you read. This isn't targeted towards children audiences.
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The moonlight, struggling through the heavy canopy above, marks the forest floor with a mottled dance of shadows as Fang, a young scout of LakePack, pads quietly through the underbrush. His eyes aglow with just a hint of amber, never leave the far-off howls that echo through the air. A close snarl was heard and out of the bushes tumbles a Lonewolf, Amber. The beige and brown wolf's hackles stood on end, and his heart raced in his chest. "What are you doing on LakePack territory, Lonewolf!?" He growls, demanding answers.
Amber, an agile golden-coated female with a gash, now a scar, running down her left eye, snarls back, "You have no chance against me, you pup." Amber doesn't attack but holds back. She gazes at Fang with a curious look through her eyes, though she would not hesitate a second before attacking if he did anything deer-brained.
"I mean no hostility, LakePack's scent is not what I seek tonight," Amber says, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. "I am a TaigaPack wolf or, well, once was. Deltas started a rumor that I was responsible for the death of one of my packmates, Laika, and they exiled me. Now, I hunt alone, surviving as best as I can. May I join your pack, or are you like the rest?"
Clearly, Fang shuffled his beige and brown paws between lessons from his pack and desperation in Amber's eyes.
While LakePack was always gentle to lone wolves, her suddenness and relationship with TaigaPack set his instincts tingling with caution.
"Okay..." he slows down, flicking his bushy tail as if to ward off his own doubt. "Follow me, but you must speak with Alpha River first. If she sees your intentions as true, we may be able to offer you refuge."
They trekked through marshlands, air thick with damp earth and algae. The occasional lapping of water against fur was a symphony familiar to Fang's ears. He led her right into the heart of the pack's domain, where large earthen mounds that served as dens were nestled in the protection of ancient willow trees.
The moon was high across the sky, casting long shadows from the weeping branches. As they approached the den, whispers of their arrival traveled as whispers of the wind, rousing the pack from their slumber.
