Prologue

*Spinoff from The Girl Who Runs, takes place during The Girl Who Runs*

Navarre Böri (Mountain Wolf) is a wolf who has only ever know the cold mountains of Boreal. As a child her mother would look after her, teaching her the ways of the forests. The ways of the Gods. Not too long after her birth something happened to her mother...

She disappeared without a word. Navarre couldn't find her, her scent lost in the whirlwinds of the snowy storms.

Of course even without her mother she continued to practice their ways; keeping to herself while living in the caves of Mount Kona. She grew accustomed to the solidarity of a lone wolf, taking comfort in the silence. From the moment she was born she was without a pack, and knew nothing of pack life.

She was vicious and cautious, two things that helped her survive as a young wolf alone in the wilderness. More wolf than human, she based her actions and thoughts off of pure primal instincts. Navarre and her wolf were so in sync that you couldn't see the end of Navarre and the start of her wolf. To the point where they both were just Navarre, no separate minds no separate wills.

Navarre was content with her lonesome life, knowing nothing else, not even questioning her mother's disappearance once she was older. That was just how the world worked; you gained things and you lost things.

Now, what would happen when someone unknowingly stumbled into her territory? Someone who was determined to show her pack life?

And that intrusive wolf just happened to be Mokan Songaa of the Gelid Pack. Eager to force his way into her life, whether she wanted him to or not.