preface:
Here I will probably never finish this. But it is some thing to entertain
Hope you enjoy!

                                                  Prologue


“ It is a great threat” said the male in a harsh screechy voice ,  “  It could destroy you if it wants, It could destroy the pack!”. “ Are you sure” the female said with a screechy voice as well, most all the pack did. Now she glared down at the baby on the table in front of her.
 She had stole the baby pretending to have found it washed up on the river bank, and thinking then that maybe the ‘Thing’ would save the pack and she would be respected by all her clan mate’s and not made fun of any longer. She was wrong. It was totally the opposite. She knew too well that if you endanger the clan you will have to be sacrificed to the Gods to save the clan.
She looked towards the wooden doors that were unguarded at the moment. The Prophesier saw the female’s movements , he grinded his teeth in a signal to the guards. The female look frantically about her trying to see any way out of her death situation that she put her self in. She looked down menacingly on the baby , who looked up at her with a type of ‘ good she’s taken care of’ look in her eye’s. The guards took her by her human arms, dragging her behind them her paws scraping on the floor of sharp rock. She yowled with pain and terror. Right as they were about to leave she yelled the only curse she knew “ cock-ne-fu-le-tock-ne-luuuuu….”.
The Prophesier with his power’s shielded the baby of most of the threat. It was a death curse.  If the baby was killed he knew all to well that the pack would be cursed forever . Now they would only have half their clan die out. But the baby he knew would only have a hard time with her natural powers, making it hurt her to use them. This was also good for the pack. If only things didn’t have to be so hard… thought the Prophesier grabbing the child in his arms and going out of the camp. He went to the little creek that flowed though their lands. Wrapping the baby more tightly in her blanket and setting her in a woven basket , he put her in the flowing water. Looking behind him he could see her drifting off into lands unknown and unsafe. He knew that things would be hard for his clan but now he only worried about the little bundle of blankets, hoping, wishing, praying that everything would be OK…..