Lone Wolf (Wolves of the Beyond, Book 1)
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A wolf mother has given birth, but the warm bundle snuffling next to her brings only anguish. The pup, otherwise healthy, has a twisted paw, and the mother knows what the harsh code of the pack demands. Her pup will be taken from her and abandoned on a desolate hill. The pack cannot have weakness - the wolf mother knows that her pup is condemned to die.
But alone in the wilderness, the pup, Faolan, does not perish. This his story - a story of survival, of courage, and of love triumphant. This is Faolan's story, the wolf pup who rose up to change forevever the Wolves of the Beyond.
they could. The bear was on its side, and she could see bone protruding from its back. She stopped and peered at it. The grizzly’s back had been broken by an enormous force. Morag looked up. A short distance away was an immense boulder, smeared with blood. The earthquake, of course! The boulder had tumbled down from the ridge above. The bear must have been in its path. It wasn’t a living animal that had ended this bear’s life, but the spasms of the earth itself. The two ravens perched on the
many spots, and in his beak he clutched that same enigmatic ember for which the white-faced owl had been diving. Two volcanoes, two owls, both diving through fire for the same ember. What did it signify? Faolan sensed immediately that these two owls were vastly separated in time. But their stories were linked to each other. And to the wolves. Slowly, Faolan began to circle the space, trying to fit together the pieces of this painted puzzle. At first, he had not noticed the towering mounds of
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE SARK OF THE SLOUGH THE WOLVES OF THE BEYOND, always concerned with order, believed that the system of rank and position that prevailed on earth corresponded to a superior one of the heavens. To disregard, upset, or affront this ranking could breed chaos in the world of wolves. There was a design to all set by Lupus, the heavenly spirit who glittered in the constellation of the Great Wolf. Lupus had set the design, and it must be followed. The gnaw-bone necklaces that the
DEN LESSONS IT WAS DURING THE FIRST SLIVER of dawn that Thunderheart unceremoniously dumped Faolan from her lap and gave him a gentle butt with her nose on his muzzle. “Watch me!” She left the den and he followed her down the banks of the river to the rock slab that slid into the water. It was his first fishing lesson. The trout at this time of the moon’s cycle would begin schooling in the back eddy by the rock. Fishing took patience, and Thunderheart knew that wolf pups, like bear cubs, were
Faolan’s blood passion. It was the same with cubs, but never had any of her cubs behaved in quite this way. They scrambled and tussled, trying to get in for the first nip of fresh meat, shoving and pushing rudely in their clamor to try this new taste. Faolan, however, was approaching her on his belly. As if I am Ursus and no mere mother bear! She ripped the trout in two and dropped it in front of Faolan. But he hesitated and looked up at her with almost pleading eyes. She could see the saliva