I am Cleo.
It was snowing. I couldn't save myself. I know I cant. I don't know what I'm gonna do. Suddenly a howl emitted from the trees. A silver wolf came into the clearing it suddenly rushed over. It whined only it didn't sound like whining I heard a voice in my head ' child are you okay '. The silver wolf must have noticed my confused expression it lay down and buried its head into my side. A name whispered in my ear Arti it means noble strength.
Arti: You are the chosen one. You are to be raised as a wolf. As the great posseser of the inner eye Luna once for told a human of noble spirit would walk into our mist and help us become powerful once more.
Cleo: What do u mean
Arti: You are chosen you will become a wolf with one word Obliviate
Cleo got thrown into the air. Her bones cracked and began to change places she wondered what she would look like she had red hair and grey eyes. She fell to the floor and gave a whine.
Arti: Now child we must howl
They howlled in unison though arti's was much stronger. One by one wolves of all different colours came into the clearing.
Arti: we have found the one. The one Luna told us about we shall rename her as u can see she is only a pup we will raise and praise her and she will conquer all darkness. Now who will vollenter as mother.
Hera: I will I have no child. My mate is out hunting he is upset as to not have an heir.
Arti: Then it is settled Hera shall be the mother what will u call her
Hera: Dulce it means sweet
