Prologue 

                                                 Forbidden Love

           Dark gray clouds floated in front of the crescent moon. An owl hooted somewhere in the forest. The scent of decaying leaves filled the purple benny’s nostrils. I must not be caught. she told herself. Hidden in the shadows, she waited.

Some time had passed when an burly gray wolf appeared, carrying a hare. “It's me,” he whispered. The purple wolf quivered with fear and excitement. “It's time.”

Pain ripped through the purple wolf. She collapsed. “Blizzard...help…” she gasped. The purple wolf convulsed. Blizzard stood helpless. The benny grit her teeth. Another convolution. A pale figure slipped onto the ground, covered in blood. “It's the first one!” Blizzard exclaimed, his voice choked with joy. “My handsome son.”

 Another tiny body slipped onto the forest floor, slicked with blood. The purple benny sniffed it. “She’s beautiful,” she breathed. “I'll name her Lavender.”

“What about the silver one, Violet?”                                                                                      

Violet hesitated. “Star,” she murmured finally. The two pups wiggled closer to their mother. They started suckling. Violet smiled gently. She felt weak with hunger and exhaustion. “Here.” Blizzard nudged the hare towards Violet. She took a bite. “Thanks,” she mumbled around hare meat. Blizzard licked Lavender's head fur. “She looks just like you.” Violet croaked.

Her face suddenly turned grim. “We can't keep them,” she whispered sadly. “No.” Blizzard stamped his foot. “We could just say we found them in the forest. I can bring one to my other mate, Lilac. She has pups, too.”

Violet stood up. The two wiggling pups squealed in protest. “Take Lavender. She looks like you,” Violet said, her voice filled with sorrow. Blizzard gingerly grasped Lavender by the scruff. Violet did the same with Star. “Goodbye,” Blizzard murmured, his face streaked with tears. “Goodbye.” The two wolves parted ways, never to see each other again.

                                                               …

Blizzard appeared back at his camp with a purple, winged pup in his jaws. He crept silently into Lilac’s whelping den. She woke up. “Blizzard!” she exclaimed. Lilac stared at the pup. “What’s this?” Blizzard set the pup down. “She’s your new pup. I found her in the woods.” The purple pup squirmed her way to the scent of milk. She settled between two silver pups.

“You must pretend this is your pup,” Blizzard whispered. “You know how the alpha pair hate outsiders.” Lilac nodded. “Okay, I'll take the pup in. She’s lucky she looks like you.” Blizzard licked Lilac’s head fur. “Thank you,” he murmured. Lilac smiled weakly. Then she furrowed her brow. “What were you doing out so late?” she questioned. “I…er…was taking a walk,” Blizzard replied hastily.

Lilac snorted in disbelief, but she closed her eyes and lay her head down. Blizzard let out a quick sigh of relief. He padded out of the den and into the guard’s den. He lay down in his usual spot. The wolf next to him, Rya, opened her eyes. “Where were you?” she pushed. “Taking a walk,” Blizzard replied. Rya didn't seem satisfied. “Oh really.” she scoffed. “Yes. Now let me go back to sleep.” Blizzard closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, Blizzard walked out of the guard's den. He took in a breath of fresh air. I'm glad I didn't get caught. I hope Violet’s okay, he thought. Rya slipped out of the guard’s den. She passed by Blizzard as if he weren't there. Blizzard growled. She thinks she's so important, he thought. Blizzard stretched. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rya whispering with Dusty, her brother. Dusty kept throwing suspicious looks at Blizzard.

Let them gossip. He spread his wings and took flight. I need to clear my head, he thought. As he flew towards the forest, Blizzard stopped and hovered. “No,” he told himself. “You will not go visit Violet.” Blizzard veered back to the mountains. Back to my home, the Mountain Pack. 

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While a gentle breeze whispered outside, Violet nursed Star in her cozy whelping den. “You’re the cutest pup in the world,” she cooed. Star squealed in response. Gren, her mate, ducked to the den with a hunk of meat in his jaws. He lay it near Violet’s head.

“How are you?” Gren asked.

“Good. Star is the best pup ever!”  

“That’s excellent!”                                                                                                                      

Violet gratefully took a bite out of the meat. “Delicious.” she mumbled over a mouthful of flesh. Gren smiled. “I knew you'd like it,” he said. Violet smiled back. She licked Gren’s dark head fur. “Oh Violet, you messed up my head fur!” he complained teasingly. Violet giggled. “Yes, Maril spent hours on it.” Both wolves laughed.

When the last of the laughter died away, Gren looked at Star.

“Why is he so pale?” he inquired

“Er, genetics?” Violet replied quickly. Gren furrowed his brow. “Then why did Kite see you sneak in last night with Star in you jaws?” “I…uh, was thirsty, so I snuck out of camp to get water, but Star just started come, and…” Violet trailed off. Gren shrugged. “Okay…” he mumbled as he left. Phew, Violet thought. My secret is safe. She licked Star. “I love you,” Violet murmured to Star. He wiggled around. “Nobody will ever know your true father.”

OOH I WILL DRAW EVERY SINGLE WOLFIN (sorry, I mean special winged wolf) IN YOUR WHOLE BOOK! YAHH! It'll be fun! They seem awesome. I'll start with Violet nursing Star.

That's funny. The book I'm writing right now is called Shadows Rising. Hope nobody confuses them in Barnes and Noble.

@BumbleBuddy

I love it so far! Also I am writing a book that does have winged wolfs but it's only for 1/8th of it

Hey, Bumble, if you get this published, can I be your editor? Here's a rough sketch of Dragon Wolf. I forget what his name is....