I've always written stories, but I could never get them long enough or finish them. Here goes nothing!
Prologue:
Abandoned. That was the only word that was able to cross little Micaya's mind at this moment. A crystal tear dripped down one side of Micaya's face. "Why?" She spoke aloud. Then, another voice answered her, nearly scaring her to death.
"There are many questions in this world, and not many of them are answered." Said the voice hiden in the shadows.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Micaya cried, all tearfulness lost in the snarl boiling deep in her throat. Micaya was not one to be messed with.
A growl ripped from the throat of the massive wolf that stepped into the clearing where Micaya stood, fur bristling and teeth bared. The large male wolf was covered with scars, most of them partially covered with luscious black fur. "You think you can mess with me?" The brujo asked.
"I know I can." Micaya answered. A coldhearted laugh tore out of the brutes maw. "You would make a nice addition to my army." The wolf sneered. "But you'd have to obey my every command, no matter what it is."
So Micaya is forced to join the savage pack. Every wolf old enough was being trained in the ways of a warrior. Micaya was to start out as the alphas (whom she met in the woods) playtoy. He could do anything he wanted to her until she was promoted to warrior. That is, even if she survives that long.
Viola! Whatcha think? Comment!