Prologue
Pup, that's what everyone called me.
Pup, because no one knows my name.
Pup, because I never got the chance to grow out of my pup form before I got split from my pack.
Living out in the wild without a pack is suicide for a normal wolf pup. However when you consider I am a seventeen year old who has yet to grow from their pup form, I don't think the odds of a normal wolf apply to my situation.
I don't know how I was split from my pack. All I can remember is my mother's smiling face and the words "Do not fear, I will always be near". Those words helped me survive in the wilderness. They helped me not to give up and to keep believing that one day I will once again discover my pack.
I just have to make sure that I survive until then and not go crossing into hostile pack lands or stumbling into rouge camps.
