Prologue
A small camp lay in the MacDuncan territory, which was the camp of The Blue Rock Pack. Small figures paced around, always howling for short times and then looking back in to a small cave. The wolves, anyone could tell, were worried, and it seems that there was no chieftain around to comfort them. If any other pack would see this, they could attack.
Their howling and talking could be heard from a small cliff, where an owl perched, watching.
"What is happening?" A red wolf asked, concern in its' amber eyes.
"Shut up, gnaw wolf!" That was obviously a high ranking wolf talking. The red wolf crouched down low, eyes wide and side exposed. The high ranking wolf snarled and paced again.
Suddenly, there was a screech, then a howl, then a whining from several wolves. The Owl unfolded its wings, and she instantly knew that, a malcadh was born. She flapped her wings and glided down the cliff, towards the camp, and then turned towards the ring of sacred volcanoes.
An old, wise looking, chieftain stalked out from the den, eyes narrowed with hatred. The wolves around him looked at him, questions in their eyes. The grey wolf, high ranking, walked towards the cave, looked inside, and flicked his ear.
"She's dead, as well as two pups." The alpha snorted and retreated to his cave.
Inside the cave, lay a beautiful silver wolf with three pups curled beside her. One was breathing, and was silver, just like her. The other two were grey and black. Soon, the Omega, Dusk, walked inside the room and carried out the malcadh. She noticed it had two, very sharp teeth, which concerned her. She didn't see anything else, and wondered if she should just leave it. But the two sharp teeth had small nicks on them, which scared her. Then she raced out, leaving all the wolves wondering why she was running so fast.
