I looked around me. A small fire, a tent that looked like it could break any moment and a wooden stump with maggots crawling out of it. Ahhh, home sweet home.
But I smiled. I was alone and there was no one here that could look at me with mean eyes or whisper behind my back that I wasn't worthy of having my wolf released.
To be honest, I wasn't sure why they picked me. I know there weren't many candidates. I mean, from my age group, there were only four more people that still had a wolf inside them. It meant that the chances were extremely low that the next generation of kids would still possess wolves.
If that was the case, I could very well be the last Guardian of our tribe. I could be the last Winter Wolf.
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Map
Previously
A note on spellings
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the author
Excerpt: My Winter Wolf