V is for Vengeance: Book 1
Prologue
I yawned and looked up at the stars in the sky. Though they were brilliant and beautiful, they held no answers to my many questions. I sighed and put my head on my neatly crossed paws, as it turned out, life as a lone wolf is hard, especially for a "young'un" like me. You could go for days without even the slightest glimpse of prey, and if you did, the growling of your stomach usually alerted it of your presence. I was HUNGRY, so hungry, that I could literally eat a horse. Water is rare too; the only thing easy to come by here is unwanted company. Most no-packs like me had scars from their nose, to the tip of their flea-bitten tail. A younger wolf like me usually doesn't have that many scars, but not me; my mother didn't call me Delphi the reckless for nothing. Most of the time, I just accidentally stray into another wolf's territory. But some of my scars are from me attempting to steal somewolf's kills, and when they catch me (they always do) they always say, "I'll give you a beating you won't soon forget!" but I always do when I see a freshly killed piece of prey lying unattended. My stomach takes over, or it starts growling, reminding me of my hunger. I guess I'm just a sucker whose stomach is louder than his common sense. Occasionally I'll stumble upon a flat-muzzle nest with a tame-wolf, with their little bowl of crunchy-bits. All I have to do is scare away the tame-wolf and I have an easy meal, they're not filling, but at least my stomach doesn't growl for a small time.
I sighed again and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to come. It took a while, but when sleep did come, I was in for a shock. I was in the clearing that I had fallen asleep in; it's a relatively small clearing, ringed with trees and with a small cave at one side. In between trees, except for one, were filled in with bramble bushes. In the small gap between the two trees that had no brambles there was a path leading out of the clearing. Next to my feet was… my own body? I look pathetic, every rib shows, my normally silver-grey pelt (except for my paws and the tip of my tail, which are black) is reduced from its' glossy fullness to a dull grey. I actually feel pity for myself, and I don't pity anyone. I look up to the moon, and let out a long, mournful howl. As I lower my gaze from the moon I see a ring of starry wolves surrounding me, and I bristle, and growl. This caused some of the starry wolves to softly chuff with laughter.
A female wolf with a brown-red pelt and blue eyes stepped forward and said to me, "Calm, young one, we mean no harm to you." My body relaxed, but my suspicion remained.
"How do I know that I can trust you?" I woofed softly.
"We have no good reason for you to trust us, but if you don't, your doom is inevitable. I'm guessing that you have many questions for us, so go ahead and get them out."
"Why are you here?"
"We have come to you to warn you"
"About what?"
"A prophecy."
"A prophecy?"
"Yes, a prophecy"
"Are you going to tell me the prophecy?"
"No"
"You're not going to tell me the prophecy?"
"No"
"Why?"
"Because you will find out on your own soon enough"
"So….. You're not telling me the prophecy?"
"No"
"Why?"
"Because"
"Because why?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!"
I sat there in silence for a little while, seething. Suddenly the she wolf said, "You need to find cover Delphi, a storm is coming" she said, gesturing towards looming dark clouds…