Crystal's P.O.V

I bared my teeth, crouching low to the ground. A group of humans ran towards me, sending a chill down my spine. "Well would ya look at that? It's the half-wolf!" chuckled a large man with neatly trimmed brown hair. "You got that right! The father's been shipped to Alaska, and the mother is dead. What do we do with it?" A man with a pretty normal amount of black hair gruffly said. "We should do what they did with the father! But this time, give 'em to Yellowstone!" Piped up a man with shaggy dark brown hair. The other humans nodded and mumbled to each other in agreement. "Sounds like a plan! Now, let's get this half-wolf!" A man with blonde hair laughed.

I growled at the humans as they came closer, shaking all over in fear. I barked a fierce, loud bark, but that did no good. The humans got closer and closer, and I backed farther and farther away. Soon, I reached the end of the alley, a cold stone wall against my silvery fur. With a flash of fur and fangs, I leapt at the human closest to me. He held a long stick thing with a collar at the end. I suddenly felt the collar around my neck, making me yelp in terror. I was violently thrown against the hard pavement, a stinging wave of pain going over my body.

I whimpered, and was grabbed by my collar. I tried to bite the human hand that held the collar, but they were wearing a plastic thingy over it. I was thrown again into the back of their truck, my body hitting a stone flooring. I felt something dig into my fur, almost piercing my skin. The collar was taken off of my neck, and I heard a loud clang as they shut the cage door. I quickly got to my feet, scanning the area. I was in a small wire cage, so small that I could barley stand up. I heard doors slam and my eyes snapped shut, fear and panic running through my body. The area I was in was almost pitch black, a small window in the corner of the back of the truck being my only light.

I lay down in the darkness, my side pressing up against the wire. I'm hopeless! After my mother got into a fight with those dogs... and my father was shipped away... I thought wandering the streets endlessly was the worst that could happen after all of that. And now this!? Ugh, where are they taking me? Where's 'Yellowstone'? I guess I'll just have to wait and find out... I thought, looking up at the dim moonlight pouring in through the window. I shifted around, trying to find a way to get comfortable in the small cage. I sighed. It was useless. I slowly closed my eyes, and yawned. I took one last look up at the light, and then curled up into a deep sleep.

Spark's P.O.V

I shifted around in my sleep, before feeling the warm morning sunlight on my pelt. I shuffled my paws, and turned myself over. My stomach was warmed by the light, making me sigh happily. I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the sunlight that was filtering in the den. I looked around, the stone/dirt walls of my den still in place. I smiled. Another perfect day!

I turned myself back over again, and shook sleep out of my eyes. I could see the mouth of my cave-den right ahead of me. I got to my paws, shaking off the dust that clung to my grey matted fur. "Mornin' Spark" I heard Arrow, one of the patrol wolves of the pack, say. I had just began cleaning my pelt when he spoke, but looked up to say something back. "Good morning, Arrow," I smiled, before going back to cleaning myself off. Arrow walked off, and began greeting to other wolves of specimen pack. I climb-walked out of my den, to face even more blinding light.

"Hey Arrow! We got any fresh kill?" I called out. Arrow stopped and turned his head to face me. "Yeah, just look in the storage cave!" Arrow said back. I nodded an 'Okay' and then continued walking through the forest area. I made my way over a small opening that lead into a big cave. That cave had been there for hundreds of years. It was safe from the elements, and we could store many kills there for weeks without it going bad. Each wolf was allowed to take a certain amount of prey from that cave a day. It depended on your rank, like if I was alpha or beta, I would take half an elk for breakfast. If I was omega or a fetcher, I would get half a hare for breakfast. I was currently something like a delta. No, I did not have to rank, but even un-ranked I was respected in the pack. After all, I'd been in the pack from almost my first day alive.

The pack found me, a young pup, dying at the dry creek. My mother and siblings where there too, and they showed no signs of life. A bear had killed them all. My mother was a lone wolf, and seemed to have no mate. The specimen pack guessed that he either died, or had pups with her and didn't want too.

I grabbed a large rabbit and dragged it towards the den. When night time arrived, I would take another large rabbit to my den, unless it was a special night or a full moon. I sighed happily, heading into my den. What better life could a wolf ask for?

A/N: Yes, I've started a new story (Possibly series). This is more of a short introduction to the characters than a chapter, but I see a lot of potential in this story/series. I have changed some things up since I first created it, but that was only for the better. I hope you like the style that I'm writing this in (The P.O.V's.

Well, The next chapter should be better, so, I better get started on it!