Chapter 1

Here we meet a she-wolf with a mission. And not a good one.

The moon was full, casting an eerie white glow across the pack's territory. A lithe shadow drifted across the territory, smirking evilly to itself. It padded stealthily across the clearing, bright purple eyes flickering side to side constantly. Odd, you might say, that a shadow could smile and have eyes. But this was not a shadow. Far from, in fact. This was a she-wolf, and she had some business to take care of. And you might ask what her name is, which would not be wise. Her name is never spoken, and when it is, it is to warn pups never to speak it. It is not a curse word, not even a bad word at all. But it strikes fear into the hearts of all wolves, and for good reason, as you will soon discover. Now, if you are still curious as to know what this particular name is, I will tell you. But be warned, once the name has escaped your lips, you will be forever cursed with fear and pain. It is actually a color, one of the most mysterious and strange colors. This she-wolf's name is Violet. The trees swaying in the faint breeze seemed to whisper her name as she passed them. "Violet?" You might say, "What's wrong with such a name?" Well, Violet is feared, and for good reason. Murder. Plain and simple. Violet is a killer, but for some reason, she can never be caught. And now, she is about to preform her next evil act. She cautiously slipped into the Packer's den, gazing down at a small she-wolf. Violet smiled, her teeth glinting. Then she leaned down and gripped the she-wolf's throat.

Author's Note

I know that it is terribly short, but as the story progresses it gets longer, I promise!

Reviews

[blackdiamondbella]

The set-up is pretty good. I like how you spoke about the she-wolf's name being forbidden; it reminded me of Voldemort. I'm interested in more.