PROLOGUE
The fresh scent of soro ran up her nose, and the she-wolf lifted her feeble head. It was almost her time to give birth to her first litter of pups. Suddenly, the bushy balahibo of the soro was visible. The she-wolf growled, and the soro ran.
"Oh, thank Deo!" She cried aloud, the soro wouldn't be trouble. Snow was gently falling outside of the den. As she lay in wait, her first twinge in her belly made the she-wolf yelp, surprised.
The birth was long and horrible. She knew Deo was punishing her for mating outside of her pack. The she-wolf's sides were heaving up and down, pain gripped her belly....
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