This is a Prologue, and only a preview. I shall not start writing this story until I have finished Skipper's Past. Thank you.


The wolf's head pounded, he was leaving this earth soon, but he had to write one last prophecy. His leathered paws trembled as he scratched his sharp claws on the stone. His heart burned, pumping for the last few times in his life. He desperately clawed the message and prophecy of the great Time Wolf he had seen in his dream. The old wolf knew time was slipping from his paws as he wrote…

When the pack rises, and darkness closes in,

The pack will be in need of a savior.

And when one wolf comes, a wolf of time,

He discovers his true self,

Saves time, saves the wolves, and meets…

But the wolf never finished, as his captors grabbed his tail and dragged him across the room. This is it, he thought, giving his last breath up and going limp before his captors ripped open his throat. Blue calming lights danced across his vision and his pain from old age ceased. He was home…