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


The giorno was one not to be forgotten, sunny,cloudless, December day. amaro coldness to most inhabitants of the northern arctic, except for the Increasingly rare species of Black wolves. For decades the inside sociability of Black Lupi and the common White Lupi of the arctic has not been of favor to the Black Lupi existence. The unforgettable giorno would be one that few black Lupi would be able to remember, for there was an onslaught of white Lupi attacking the last known territory of the rarest species on the planet. Four pups were born that day, The last was Sapphire, secondo to last was Hunter, successivo oldest as Crystal, and first born was Shadow. The only surviving members of their families. White Lupi 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...