Disclaimer: HELL NO I DON'T OWN THIS BOOK (but that would be epic)

Chapter One

Forest of Dead Memories

My name is Tally, or that is the name I can remember clearest. Where I live, in Colorado, there are very few wolves. I watch as people stop. Cameras in hand, there breathe white against the cold morning air. They peer into my forest. Watching, hoping for me to come closer. My mind isn't fogged like the rest of us were, I feel human. Yet I am in wolf skin.

I feel trapped, unable to talk, unable to walk on two feet, only four paws.

I feel completely alone. We used to tell stories, my pack and I. I try hard but I can't remember. I still remember their voices, smooth, talking slowly, beautifully murmuring the words.

The day that I lost my beautiful pack, I was going for a walk. That night I thought I had heard others, advancing. In the morning I told the rest of the pack, through my pictures and the sounds I had recorded inside my mind. Soon I was venturing far out into out forest to scout. I could have saved us all, but I had gone the wrong direction. I thought I had heard them from the south, so that is the way I walked. Softly padding against the frozen winter ground, the cold kissed my face, like a welcoming friend.

During the time that I had left south, our predators attacked from the North. When I returned back, to report no other packs near us. The grounds where I used to live were destroyed. The small caves we had stuck to, as our marker as home, and a place for us not to freeze was trashed. Every barren tree, every flake of snow, every stone rock, was covered in deep, red, crimson blood.

The worst sight, my pack, all had scratched to pieces, or bitten to shreds. My heart stopped beating when I saw them, lying there, dead.

My friend, Ellie, was farther away from the others bodies. She was facing south. When I looked at her grey mussel I noticed her eyes were frozen open. Staring at something in the distance. I followed her frozen eyes to a patch of snow, a wolf layed there. Zane. Then I saw his rib cage moving up and down rapidly. My hopeful thoughts prayed that he would be alive. A low growling noise fled desperately from his lips. He closed his eyes briefly and a picture appeared in my mind.

Ellie running, her furry grey legs moving fast. A larger wolf, tackled her and they both fell into the fluffy snow. The other wolf snapped at her face, fangs barred.

Then the image ended. And Zane was lying eyes shut in a pile of snow.

Today I remembered a story, a story about how, one pack welcomed most. And how a wolf and a girl fell in love. My only hope now is to travel there, my only hope now is to live through my journey.