This is a third person and at certain times third person story...


The día was one not to be forgotten, sunny,cloudless, December day. amargo, amargos coldness to most inhabitants of the northern arctic, except for the Increasingly rare species of Black wolves. For decades the inside sociability of Black lobos and the common White lobos of the arctic has not been of favor to the Black lobos existence. The unforgettable día would be one that few black lobos would be able to remember, for there was an onslaught of white lobos attacking the last known territory of the rarest species on the planet. Four pups were born that day, The last was Sapphire, segundo to last was Hunter, siguiente oldest as Crystal, and first born was Shadow. The only surviving members of their families. White lobos had no mercy but for some reason, some strange reason, they spared these four pups,took them to the edge of the arctic and left them. Luckily a merciful and kind female, lone-wolf took them in and nursed them until ready to take care of themselves, then left them in order to prevent a need of reliability upon one person for life's necessities...