A pack of Rogue wolves is moving down from the mountains to enslave any other pack that will bend to its will, or destroy any who defines their orders. And the only packs that are able to stop this are the Storm Pack and the Snow Pack. For years these two packs have allied to stand against the Rogues and succeeded in keeping them at bay. Until one fateful day when the Rogues launched an ambush on the Storm Pack, killing every wolf. At least, that is what everyone believes. A young wolf by the name of Faita is the last of the Storm Pack and controls a power that has been kept in legend for centuries. The Energy Gem. And with the help of three loners, a living legend, a pack and some other wolves along the way, Faita must find the rest of the Seven Gems and restore order in the wolf world. But it is not any easy task, not with the Rogue Pack, a former alpha and revenge seeking father continually on their tails.

A branch snapped in the bushes behind me. My breathing became labored, it and the thundering of my heart was all that could be heard besides the ambient noise of the forest. The flashlights beam flickered, and then fizzed as it went black. The airs tempature seemed to drop, and I shivered. Continuing on, I paid no attention to what was behind me, for fear of what might be there. Of course there were no imaginary monsters hiding in the dark, or were there? Fear, is not a bad thing. It is a survival tatic that we use in order to live out our lives without stumbling blindly into oblivion. Now, to much fear, that is a bad thing. It twists the truth, Hatred festers like an open wound, and our judgement can be clouded. Tera is about to find out that fear, can come in the form of anything. Even if it is was supposed to be imaginary.