Chapter One: The Wolf Who Wasn't
The moon hung low over the pines, swollen and orange like an eye watching the earth. Deep in the valley, where the shadows moved like water, a young wolf stirred.
His ears twitched. His eyes opened.
There it was again—the howl. Not loud, but ancient, like it had been echoing for centuries just to reach him.
He sat up, breath fogging in the cold night air. Beside him, a massive brown bear snored, curled near the glowing coals of a fire that should have died hours ago.
"Did you hear that?" the wolf pup whispered.
No answer.
He padded toward the cave mouth, paws silent on the stone. The forest outside was still, too still, as if the trees were holding their breath.
And then, a whisper, almost lost to the wind:
"Find us…"
His heart thumped wildly. He didn't know why, but he knew one thing:
That voice was for him.
Chapter 2: The Name Beneath The Fur
The morning sun sliced through the trees like golden claws, but it brought no warmth. The pup sat at the cave's edge, staring at the horizon where the stars had vanished hours ago. His fur prickled where the wind had touched him last night, as if it had carved a message into his skin.
Behind him, the bear stretched with a yawn that shook the ground.
"Up early?," the bear grunted
"Yeah couldn't sleep very well", the pup muttered.
"I heard something". "Which I knew was for me".
"Maybe just a dream", the bear said. You're almost a yearling. Dreams come wild at your age."
But the pup wasn't so sure. He pawed at the ground, ears flattening.
"It said….. "Find Us".
That made the bear freeze for a fraction of a second. Just enough.
"Nothing out there to find. Only the wild and the wind," the bear said too quickly.
There was a long silence, that was too long that it looked like years passed by.
"You told me I was found by the river. Alone."
"And I saved you. Raised you."
"But who left me there? Why?" the pup asked. "What was I before I was yours?"
The bear stood slowly, massive and solemn. His shadow covered the pup like a mountain.
"What you were doesn't matter," he said. "Only what you are."
"And what am I?" the pup growled softly. "A mystery you refuse to solve?"
Later that day- the pup wandered deeper into the woods, to a place the bear warned him never to go to,-The Hollow Pine. And there, among the twisted rocks and the dry and crestfallen vines, he found it:
A symbol, carved into the bark of a dead tree.
A paw print that was none ordinary than his own. Exactly his curved, clawed paws with a strange spiral in the center.
And beneath it, written in claw-scratches so old they bled moss:
"Auron."
His breath caught, and it seemed like the name was carved into his bones.
His mind puzzled with questions, Was this who he was? Or who he was meant to be?
From far above, a crow cawed once. Then silence.
Then it spoke words that he has never heard before, and words that made his ears twitch, and tears that he couldn't have stopped.
"We remember you, Auron…" said the black crow. Which had fur as black as ink.
Auron discovering the first clue to his origin—a symbol and a name—and the realization that someone, or something, remembers him. That someone is waiting.
Chapter 3: The Bear's Secret
Auron storms in, breathless from his discovery.
"You lied to me"?
The bear looks up, puzzled—or pretending to be.
"I told you not to go near the Hollow pine."
"And why? So I wouldn't find this?"
Auron drops a piece of bark with the pawprint symbol scratched into it.
"It's my print. Exactly mine. And there was a name—Auron—written beneath it."
The bear stiffens. His expression darkens.
"That name…" he murmurs. "Where exactly did you see it?"
Auron steps forward.
"You knew, didn't you? You knew who I was before I did."
The bear finally sighs, like he had been carrying the weight of a million years that passed by.
"You were a pup. Barely breathing. I found you by the river, like I said. But you weren't alone."
Auron's eyes widen.
"Who was with me?"
"A wolf. A she-wolf. Badly wounded. She didn't survive. She said one word before she passed—'Auron.'* She carved that symbol onto your paw with her claw… and then she was gone."
Auron was barely listening, once he heard that word from the Bear, immediately he started to cry shedding tears from his eyes that once reached the floor, he was so shocked with a fraction of tear left.
The pup said
"Was she my mother"?
The bear replies,
"Sadly.... She was your mother".
Auron looked down at his paw, brushing down his fur. Staring at the spiral that his mother left for him.
It was a spiral that he had never thought about.
"So it's not just a name. It's a mark."
"It's more than that," the bear says softly. "It's a legacy. One I tried to protect you from. There are old powers tied to that name—powers that vanished with the pack you come from. I thought if you lived simply, you'd never awaken them."
"But they've already awakened," Auron whispers.
The howl. The whispers. The name.
"Then the wild is shifting," the bear growls, eyes troubled. "And you are not safe anymore."
Auron standing at the edge of the forest again, looking out into the darkening trees.
"If I don't know where I came from… I'll never know who I'm meant to be."
He makes a decision—to leave the valley and find the truth, wherever it leads.
Chapter 4: The First Trial
Early morning in the misty forest, the bear awakens.
"You're really going"? The bear asked in a low and steady voice.
"I have to go , I have to find out who I am" ,the pup said.
"You're more than blood and name, Auron. But… if you must go, take this."
The bear gives Auron a small claw-tooth necklace—a token for protection. Auron hesitates, then nods, slipping it around his neck.
They don't hug. Bears don't do that. But the silence between them says what words cannot.
"The Hollow Spine leads to the deeper wild. Follow it, but listen to the trees. They remember things we've forgotten."
Auron crosses the Hollow Spine gorge. The world changes quickly—older, stranger. The trees here lean in. The moss is thick. The light never fully reaches the ground.
He begins to doubt the path.
"This is a mistake…" he mutters.
Suddenly, the path splits in three. No scents. No signs. He's lost.
Then: a whisper—not wind, not animal. Something odder.
"To find the pack… you must first lose the path."
Auron turns, alert.
A shadow moves between the trees. A creature steps forward—a blind lynx, its eyes glazed silver. It walks with the elegance of something that doesn't need sight.
"You seek what was erased. Forgotten, but not gone."
"Do you know who I am?" Auron asks.
"You are the echo of a howl not yet finished."
The pup was rather scared , what wanted to continue on his journey to find out ho he really is, and to find out why his life truly matters, with a deep truth that was hidden among his life , that not even anyone dared to speak a word about.
The lynx offers him a trial:
"There are three paths, you must choose one".
One is silent, the other might swallow you whole, and the other might circle you back to where you started,".
Auron panics, he sniffs the air, but he had one choice , which was to choose a path that would cause him many setbacks.
He decided to choose the silent one, which was what his mind told him to.
The lynx smiles.
"Good. The pack lived not by sight or strength, but by instinct. You carry that in you."
She steps aside and reveals a stone tablet half-buried in roots. Carved in it is the same spiral symbol—but this time, surrounded by five others. Auron's is the center.
"Five wolves. Five bloodlines. One vanished… four scattered."
"Then I'm not alone," Auron breathes.
"Not yet," the lynx says. "But time is hunting them."
Auron is even more frightened , but had to do this for his mother who suffered for him.
Auron continuing forward, eyes forward, heart racing. The journey has changed. Now he knows: others like him are out there. And someone—or something—is trying to erase them.
Chapter 5: "Voices In The Snow"
Auron walked through the forest where there was frostbitten silence, and brittle wind. He thought of many questions about his four members, and about his beloved mother.
Auron heard the noise of tethered spirits, around him .He started to panic relentlessly. He was tired and weak, in a way in which he couldn't walk anymore he fell to the snowy ground.But then Auron heard a voice, not from an animal or a creature, but from the snow that he has his fluffy belly on.
He heard a deep voice that said:
"You don't find the pack. The pack finds you."
"The snow remembers what you've forgotten."
Auron was amazed hearing this he thought:
"Will I finally get to meet the forgotten members of my pack"?
With this thought in mind he continued on his journey , excited to meet his new pack members who had been separated from him just as he was a pup.
Chapter 6: The Shadows Between Us
Auron walks for a while and finds a she-wolf.
"She looks like she could have the same interest and intentions as me" he thought.So he went to meet her, he said "Hi, are you new here? if you are, then can you follow me on my journey"?
Auron asked the she- wolf.
She replied "Yes I am new here , and I would absolutely love to come with you on your journey.They walked when the weather changed as fast as the speed of light, it was as freeezing as the tundra. A frozen cave at the edge of the tundra. They're sheltering from the blizzard.
Auron and the female wolf sit opposite each other. There's no fire—only breath fog and silence.They eye each other warily. She doesn't speak much, but she watches everything.Auron finally asks:
"What do you remember?"
She looks away.
"A name. Not mine. A place, maybe. A voice saying… 'Run.'"
He sees the same spiral mark faintly glowing beneath her fur. But hers is surrounded by ice-cracked veins—like it's been damaged.
They hear movement in the night. Auron steps out, nose to the wind.
Suddenly—attack.
Shadow-creatures (perhaps made of mist or frozen bark) lunge from the trees—silent and fast, hunting the marked wolves.
They fight together—reluctantly at first, then instinctively. Their styles are different:
Auron fights wild and swift.She moves like ice—sharp, graceful, deadly.
After the battle, Auron sees it: when she struck the last creature, her mark glowed bright blue, freezing the shadow instantly.
"You have power."
"Then why does it scare me?" she whispers.
One of the fallen creatures breaks apart, revealing a stone shard with an ancient marking—the second symbol from the lynx's vision.
They realize: someone is hunting the four.
"They're not just forgotten. They're being erased."
"And we're next."
Auron was nervous , but didn't want to show it out to the she- wolf. Auron and the new wolf standing on a cliff, looking out at the dark forest below.
The wind howls. But it's not just wind.
It's a call. Faint. Beckoning.
They look at each other.
"Do we follow it?"
"We have to. Before it finds someone else first."
The she-wolf revealed herself:
"My name is Frost, I like to unveil mysteries just like the one we're following, we are in this together and shall win it to earn it, "she said. Auron was happy to find a loyal companion like her. Auron asked " Why do you have that spiral marked on your paws"?
"Because I am your companion from the pack , which symbolizes that I am the first member out of the other four members that you will meet".
Chapter 7: "The Third Was Silence"
Auron and Frost travel through an increasingly deep Black Forest,the air smells like smoke and sorrow, the trees show that this forest intends to make anyone who enters it feel sorrowful.
Frost touches a tree and flinches,
"Magic was used here. Wild, out of control. Someone fought back."
They follow the trails but they see nothing other than dried twigs, and fallen leaves that rustle under their feet. In the middle of the clearing is a circle of charred earth, perfectly shaped. In the center, a scorched bone pendant lies untouched.
As Auron steps near, the wind shifts.The pendant glows faintly and whispers:
"Three
The whisper leaves them with eager to find out more about the third member of the wolf pack.
Chapter 8: "The One Who Watches"
Auron stares at the pendant, while Frost stays, "Watch,silently"The fear still flickers in her eyes, which she is nervous to tell Auron of.
Auron says:
"What if we are too late again "?
"Then we don't wait". Frost replies.
But Auron is shaken by the message:
"Three awakened. One remain"
Does that mean there were once four?
Now only one more left to find.
As they continue through the trees, the forest changes—twisted trunks, roots like claws, unnatural silence. Auron senses they're being watched.
They pass under a crooked arch of trees, and the world seems to bend.
"This felt like a dream". Auron said,
"Don't trust your eyes here , Frost warns
"Then what do I trust"? Auron asked
"Your actions, your instincts". Frost said
Suddenly, they see a shape in the fog: a massive black stag, antlers like tree branches, eyes glowing blue.
It was a massive deer , that looked like it wanted to attack them.
But it slowly started to fade away in the mist, they continued on their journey.
Chapter 9: The Hollow Pact
The fog clears, but the forest has changed. Trees twist in unnatural shapes. The silence here is not peaceful—it feels like a warning.
Frost slows down,
"The Hollow Forest," she says. "No wolf walks here by choice."
Auron feels it too. The way the trees seem to lean inward, like they're listening. And watching.
Then they hear the voice.
"Two marked. One blooded. One bound."
It comes from above—a raven, but not like any normal bird. Its feathers are oily black, eyes silver, and voice too deep for something with wings.
"This place is not like anything I expected , it is filled with mysteries that no wolf has ever solved, or even dared to enter to".
"Then we would be the first ones to solve this mystery and shape our future". Frost said.
The bird calls itself Grath—Watcher of the Hollow, Keeper of Forgotten Words.
"I knew the ones before you," it says. "The wolves with the spiral flame."
It offers information—but only in exchange for something: a truth, a memory, or a promise.
Auron refuses at first.Frost warns him:
"Old magic always trades. If we don't give something, it takes what it wants."
So Auron gives a memory—one of his earliest, of the bear who raised him, of safety.
Grath takes it. Auron forgets what the bear's voice sounds like.
But he will never forget the biggest lie that he had ever told Auron.
He remembers his slow and steady voice when he says the truth about Auron and about who he really came from.
In return, Grath reveals an ancient symbol map etched into bark and bone.
"Two more marked still breathe. One sleeps. One hides. But something else has risen. The one with many names. The Devourer of Tracks."
"What is it?" Auron asks.
"It hunts what it cannot control. You are not being followed. You are being herded."
Auron and Frost was thankful for the raven, she revealed so many secrets that would be really helpful for them in finding out the real truth.
Grath lifts into the sky and vanishes.
Frost turns to Auron.
"We've been running. But maybe it's time we start hunting back."
Auron looks toward the next mark on the map—where the fourth wolf may be. His paw burns faintly.
"Let's find the next one. Before the Devourer does."
Chapter 10: "Wolves Shouldn't Dream"
Frost and Auron came across a cave with fireflies that freeze mid-air and don't move unless spoken to.
"This feels so enchanted" , said Auron
" This might be the place where we get our third companion, and we need him, and we might have to face many setbacks, but we are in this together , so we can find our next member" said Frost.
When they enter the cave, they see the third wolf which is in a deep sleep. There is. A small spiral on his paw that reveals his name as Vaelen. He was a calm and mysterious wolf, but he was not unfriendly. He had quite a power, • His power is deeply tied to emotion—if he loses control, his silence spreads like a fog, muting the world around him.
Vaelen was once a messenger between tribes, trusted with secretsSomeone tried to erase him—his voice was taken, his pack wiped outHe remembers nothing of the others, only fragments: the sound of a howl that was never finished, the feel of stone beneath his paws, the word "Auron" carved into ice. This is all he remembered.
And soon the spell that cursed Vaelen broke, and he awakened. The first words he spoke were:
"So I'm not the last after all..."
Auron and Frost found their fourth companion.
They continued on their journey to find their next companion.
Chapter 11: "The Sound Beneath The Roots"
The trio continued on their journey, to a new place called the rootlands, here massive trees are grown sideways and in different directions. Auron and Frost were arguing to know if they should walk quickly or carefully.
Vaelen on the other hand, was walking silently, twitching his ears. But suddenly he froze and said"It's beneath us". They listen—and faintly, there's a low, endless growl, like a mountain breathing in its sleep.
They reach a hollow tree where the ground is scorched black in a perfect circle. The spiral symbol is etched into the bark—but it's been crossed out violently.
Then the fog returns—not from the air, but from below the roots.
A shadow-thing rises—tall, barely formed, like it's made of moving black mist with glints of bone inside. It doesn't attack. It watches.
Vaelen steps forward and says softly:
"It remembers me."
It whispers in a hundred voices:
"Four howl. Four stand. One is mine."
Before they can fight it, it melts back into the ground—leaving only a bone shard marked with a new sigil: the symbol of the fourth wolf.
"This is the symbol of the fourth wolf, and this will mark everything that we've done to find out who we really are, and just one more setback to find out the truth about this puzzling question" said Frost.
The sigil glows faintly.Frost touches it and sees a vision:
A wolf in chains, deep underground, surrounded by stone and vines. He's alive, but he's being kept somewhere dark and unnatural.
"He's the last," Auron says.
"He's not just the last," Vaelen replies. "He's the key."
"Yes he is the key to our mission. This means we need him to find the truth, so we must rescue him". Said Frost
Chapter 12: Beneath Stone And Wine
Guided by the sigil's glow, the trio descends into a gorge where the roots split open like plants. Stone steps—too perfect to be natural—spiral downward into the earth.
Vaelen whispers, "No pack built this."
The further they go, the colder it gets. Frost's breath fogs. Auron's pawmark begins to freeze.
They find a stone door sealed with five ancient runes—four now glowing, one still dark.
Auron touches his mark to the fourth rune. It glows. The door opens.
"This might be our chance" Frost said.
They step into a chamber of massive tree roots fused with ancient stone. Moss glows faintly on the walls, lighting murals carved long ago—wolves with spiral marks, standing against a great shadow.
At the center lies the fourth wolf, suspended in vines and stone—unmoving, eyes closed, but alive.
Frost steps closer. But a whisper echoes through the chamber:
"Not all who howl deserve to wake."
A guardian forms—stone, root, and magic. A creature built to protect this place.
The wolves must face the guardian—not just with claws, but with intent. It tests them:
Vaelen is forced to face the memory he's been hiding: he betrayed someone.Frost's power surges out of control, nearly harming Auron.Auron is given a vision: if they awaken the fifth, the Devourer will find them instantly.
They fight. They win—but not without scars.
They have many scars but still manage to win, without giving up ,to accomplish what they were here for.
Chapter 13: "The Last Howl"
The vines fall. The fourth wolf collapses into Auron's arms.
He's smaller than the others. Frail. But his mark glows golden—brighter than all of theirs.
"I remember all of it," he says, voice soft.
"We weren't scattered by accident. We were hidden. From it."
He speaks of the Devourer—not a beast, but a force of erasure, born of fear and silence. It feeds on forgotten things. It came for the old pack once, and it's coming again.
The ground splits.
The fog returns—thicker, alive, writhing with teeth and voices. The Devourer rises—not an animal,but a moving wall of blackness, filled with fractured memories and stolen howls.
It speaks in a voice like cracking stone:
"You were broken for a reason."
Each wolf steps forward, one by one. Their marks ignite—blue, red, silver, and gold.
Auron howls—not just a call, but a declaration.
Together, the four unleash their power—magic, memory, shadow, and silence .But it's not enough.
The Devourer is too strong.
Until—Auron realizes the truth.
They weren't meant to destroy it.
They were meant to bind it. Together.
Auron steps into the center. The others circle him, forming the spiral symbol with their paws.
He gives up something precious—his past, the voice of the bear who raised him.
The magic binds.
The Devourer screams—and then is silent.
Gone.
Dawn breaks over the Hollow. Grass grows where the Devourer touched. The forest exhales.
The fourth wolf, whose name is now revealed as Lioren, turns to Auron:
"The howl didn't stop. It waited. For you."
The four wolves walk to the cliff's edge. Auron looks out over the wild.
Then he howls—not as a lost pup, but as an alpha.
And the world howls back.
THE END