1. Prologue

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

Many searched for her, many tried to hunt her down but it all went in vain. Because she was only to appear when someone really needed her. But they continued the search, only to end up giving in and declaring that she is not real, but just a part of some tale. Little did they know, she was watching them with amusement dancing in her eyes, in the dark of the night casually hidden, where the mountains met the sky....