Wolves of the Shadow Mist Valley
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They're are 4 super natural wolf packs in the Shadow Mist Valley. The SnowMist pack, my pack, the MountainShade pack, the TealWave pack and the FireDust pack. SnowMist's sworn enemy.
The first and most important law in Shadow Mist Valley. Never have a mate or pups with a wolf from a different pack. If you do, then you, your mate and your pups would be killed when they are presented to the alpha to be named. If you are a pup born to a mix blooded litter, they say that you'd have to many powers, and that you'd be unstable. But there is more to it than that. You could be a wolf of prophecy. A wolf that could very well be the end of all wolf kind.
My name is EmberWing, I was born to a mix blooded litter, and this is my story.
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