This is called Wolf Unwanted. It's the prologue. It's kinda sad in the beginning, so...here it is. “Mama, Mama! Where are you?” Phoenix trampled along the Alaskan snow, tripping every once in a while. Mama was lying on the cold snowy ground while her husky puppies were sleeping beside her. She did not bother to answer him. Phoenix was a five-month-old Siberian husky. He was brown and white, while the others, including Mama, were black and white. He looked much like a wolf. “Mama?” After Phoenix’s fifth call, she sighed and said, “I am right here, Phoenix.” Phoenix smiled and found Mama and the litter of puppies. One of the puppies named Veronica sat up. “Hush up, Phoenix! We’re trying to sleep!” The rest of the pups agreed. Mama had sixteen puppies. “Mama,” Apollo remarked, “I think I heard something. It sounds like…” Suddenly, a gunshot was heard. “Hurry, we must get to the den!” Mama and the pups ran to the biggest tree. Their den was behind the tree. It was very hot in the den. The puppies were all squished. Finally Mama pushed Phoenix out of the den. “Go, Phoenix.” Phoenix was speechless. “To where?” “Go, just go. There is very little space in the den, and I cannot feed you anymore. Go!” Mama pushed Phoenix again, and Phoenix ran. Tears ran down his face. Phoenix looked back. “Go!” His mother was firm, “Go!” Phoenix heard another gunshot. Again, Phoenix started to run. He saw a shadow of man. The hunter had found him. He back away slowly toward the wall. “I got you now, dog. You will make good food for me and family. You will do very well. Very well…” Phoenix closed his eyes and whimpered as the hunter took out his gun. At last he heard barking and howling. He opened his eyes. Wolves! Wolves were attacking the hunter! Phoenix let out a yelp of joy. Five minutes later, the wolves stopped. The hunter struggled to get up. One of the wolves stood close to the hunter, teeth bared. He was growling slightly, the hunter started to frantically run away. The wolf looked at the pup and saw that he was fast asleep. “Mary, go get him.” A female wolf approached Phoenix and picked him up with her teeth. “Let’s go.” “Rex, what are we going to do with this wolf pup? He is not ours,” Sampson asked, a firm follower of Rex, the leader. The wolf, Rex, shook his head. “I do not know. I have a feeling, and it is a good one. This wolf might be worth it.” Rex led the pack back into the cold depths of the snow and made their way to the woods.