I glowered at a rustling bush, pawing the snow. Suddenly, a male wolf jumped out of it like my brother when I was little, always scaring us. But it wasn’t my brother. It wasn’t any of my Tribe. It wasn’t a Silver. No way. Was it a Black? ‘There are others out there. Dangerous Tribes.’ My Grandpa’s words echoed in my head. Yes, it was a Black. Taking a step forward, he growled under his breath. Now I could smell him, a mix of rotten fish and carcass. Scattering snow behind me, I ran towards the Forbidden Territories, away from my Tribe. But I didn’t care, not now, not where death is involved. The wolf was around three times larger than me. I knew that I was in grave danger.
Nobody to look out for me.No Grandpa, no Mum, no Dad, no brother. No Tribe. I was well and truly lost, fate was on its way.