“Shadow!” Storm gasped. The big, fierce lone wolf, who had attacked Storm’s wolf pack and left his mother wounded, was very close. Storm had to act fast. He decided to use his magic. Suddenly a dazzling flash of bright golden light and a shower of sparks filled the air. Where the young wolf had stood there now crouched a tiny rusty-colored spaniel puppy with wavy fur, long floppy ears, and midnight-blue eyes. Storm’s puppy heart beat fast as he bounded forward across the snow. He looked from left to right, trying to find a hiding place, but the flat plain stretched in all directions like a white desert. He saw a tiny speck in the distance, which was growing bigger as it came closer. It was an adult wolf. Storm whimpered with terror. His wobbly legs collapsed beneath him and Storm felt himself sinking. Chunks of snow rained onto the little puppy as he sank down into an ice cave. He lay there trembling, hoping that his hiding place would protect him. Moments later, Storm heard paws scraping above him as a large animal stood in the entrance to the cave.
