I am a warrior, with a wolf's spirit inside me. I am alone, and I will never be found, for if I am found I will be killed. I hide from the White Men who forced my tribe West, and I hide from the bears and the panthers of the forest, and I hide from the dreams that tell me I know more of the White Man than I want to.
For four years, I have lived alone, with the animals and the wind and my thoughts. For four years, I have fought to survive. But with a panther's scream comes the flash of a White Man's lightning-stick, and suddenly, I am found.
The White Man named John says he will not hurt me, but he will help me. He tries to convince me that warriors need one another, that all wolves need a pack, and he begins to awaken the part of me, deep within, that wants to be found.