Patches of snow still lay on the hillside, gleaming in the spring sunlight. Storm lifted his head. It felt good to breathe the cold air of his home. Suddenly, a terrifying howl rang out. “Shadow!” Storm gasped. The fierce lone wolf who had attacked the Moon-claw pack and wounded Storm’s mother was very close. There was a flash of bright golden light and a shower of dazzling sparks. Where the young wolf had been standing, there now crouched a tiny puppy with fluffy white fur, a stocky body, and short legs. Storm whined with terror and his little puppy heart beat fast. He hoped this disguise would protect him from his enemy. His puppy paws kicked up the soft snow as he tore through the trees. There was a steep ridge ahead of him. Perhaps there would be somewhere to hide. Storm glimpsed a tangle of tree roots that had formed a natural cave and headed toward them. As he approached, Storm saw wolf eyes gleaming from within the darkness of the roots. He caught his breath and skidded to a halt, ready to turn and run away as fast as he could.
