A/N: Hey guys! Nova here! Ok, I have been wanting to write this book for a while and now the time has come! Anyway, I will be updating this a lot and will (possibly) be writing a sequel. Anyway, I have a contest for you! Here is the question: "Can you find something similar with the names of the winged wolves?" Whoever wins gets a shoutout! :)! Anyway, enjoy the prolog!
Topaz looked all around her. Stone walls. Everywhere. No escape. Trapped.
Topaz took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Safe. You're safe. She thought.
Of course I have to be that only wolf with claustrophobia here. She thought to herself. And now I'm expecting. Remember what Slate said. Take it easy. Slate was the Medicine Wolf, or M.W.
Topaz was startled out of her thoughts by a sharp pain in her stomach. She groaned, her legs threatening to buckle underneath of her. There coming! Her mind screamed. My pups are coming! I'm not ready!
She tried to take a step forward, to get back to Slate's den, but there was too much pain. She cried out, praying that someone would hear her.
Another stab of pain. Topaz flailed her legs, the pain coming to a great amount. To her relief, footsteps sound and two wolves came into view.
The first one was red, white, and black. Her markings almost made it look like a foxes pattern, but not quite. The other one looked like a normal gray wolf, but with strange black patterns all over his body.
"Oh my god!" The fox-patterned winged said. "Are you ok? What's wrong? Oh, Moonstone, what do we do?"
"How am I supposed to know, Amber? I never dealt with a female winged who's about to have pups!" The other wolf said. Topaz would have rolled her eyes if she had not been is as much pain at the abbreviation for winged wolf. 'Winged' was a commonly used by other winged wolves.
Topaz groaned again and the pair of wolves looked back at her.
"Amber, go get Slate. I'll stay here." Said Moonstone, crouching down next to her.
Amber nodded and took off down the narrow passageways, using her wings to create more speed.
Topaz took a deep breath, and then it happened.
There were three pups. One of them was stillborn, and the other one was so sickly that he died. There was just one remaining pup.
Topaz grieved for the two boys. The female she had named Aquamarine. She was gray with blue markings.
Then, at precisely 4:00 am in the morning, the warning that changed everything was set out.
The dragons who all wingeds feared, had found their location.
And they were coming.