A young Warg sat in the clearing alone in the moonlight. Her fur was tinted with silver and her amber eyes glowed with reflected starlight. Around her the forest whispered secrets on the wind bringing her words that only she could hear. She stared up at the moon in wistfulness, wishing it admired her as much she did it.
Though she tried to turn the sounds away she could still hear her pack in the distance snarling and snapping at their prey and though she tried to block out the smell, the wind brought her the scent of blood and fear. It was one thing to be a Warg, but an entirely different thing to be a Warg who refused kill.
It was only because of her youth that she remained safe. When she came of age if she had not killed she would become an outcast and all Wargs knew they would not survive long on their own. They had too many enemies.
The sound of the hunt was dying now, and Silverstep knew that her pack had made its kill, but there was only one month to go for her. Time was running out, she had to find an answer soon.
Hi! Sorry its short, but this is the prologue. This is my first time writing a Lord of the Rings fanfic so tell me if its okay! Please review!