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


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