this is just the prolouge, so enjoy!
The Last Howl
It was a dark and stormy night in the snowy streets of Juno, Alaska. The air was filled with no scent at all. The only lights visible were little outside lights. Blood seeped trough the local vet’s door. Wolves were out of control, killing dogs and children at the sight of dusk. There were two wolves in cages of opposite of color, white and black. The white wolf, which was named Storm, was all white with a small amount of black streaks behind her eyes. Her eyes were sapphire blue, and had barbed wire strapped around her hind left leg. The black wolf, which was named Amaya, was covered in scars and had a spiked collar. Her eyes were golden yellow, matching the moon. It was Amaya’s turn to be executed. Storm couldn’t handle to see her friend get killed, so she started banging in her cage. The bars started to wear off and bend. Storm bit the bars so hard, she bent four bars in one bite! The bars were far enough apart for her to escape. She squeezed through the cage bars and darted towards her friend. Storm bit the chains holding Amaya to the table, and both bolted out of the vet. Then, their real journey began.