PROLOGUE
About three hundred and eighteen years before…
Father Winter was a respected man. Everyone knew about him and everyone would bow down to him when he walked past them. He was a man that was far more powerful than even the Guardians. He was The Bringer of Winter. No-one dared to get on his bad side.
He had ruled the winter from the start and he was starting to get old.
Nobody really noticed it, but the Winter Wolves noticed when their leader and most trusted ally began to get weaker.
Who were Winter Wolves?
A thousand years before Father Winter saved thirty wolves from death. They were about to die from the cold but for the first time Father Winter showed mercy.
These thirty wolves became Winter Wolves. They had unnaturally bright ice-blue eyes and soft white fur. The large pack became three smaller ones and as their numbers grew there was suddenly even more packs. And now there was six packs and Father Winter liked it this way.
These wolves had many extraordinary talents. They had a very long lifespan and the average lifespan of a Winter Wolf was five hundred years. Their alphas had snowflake amulets hanging from their necks and with them, they were able to help Father Winter to deliver snow storms. They had mental connections to everyone with same kind of amulets.
So when Father Winter suddenly disappeared, they tried to do his job. But they knew that a new winter spirit or like they wanted to call it, Winter God, would come and they needed to be ready.
Yeah, a new fanfic. This is my first RotG fanfiction, so there might be some mistakes but I'm doing my best. I hope you enjoy the story! And for those who are waiting for the next chapter of my other story, Captured, it will be a bit late because my email refuses to work (so I can't send it to my beta).