Snippet #2576940

It had been a few days since Snow had been attacked from the first rouge Werewolf. Ever since then, she trained herself to the deepest core, strengthening her powers, body and mind. With her ice powers, she managed to create her own dagger made out of pure ice and a rare type of Werewolf metal. She had encountered other rouge Werewolves along her travels and even a normal male Werewolf. However, they all had the attention to want either her blood, power or her body. It in fact disgusted her and actually began to see one of the reasons why the Silver-Blade Knights hated her kind.

She did however, think about that day when she had been rescued by Andrew and met the other Knights. They all seemed to care for one another and looked out for their own kind like she is trying to for her own. Although, her inner wolf always told her that if they knew that she is a Werewolf, they would not have hesitated to kill her. Maybe even Andrew could have just left her or even finished her off. She growled, this was no time to think about this. She is only a day away before she'll arrive to her home clan and couldn't wait to see her old family. Snow was pretty sure that she had changed through these years. She is an almost vegetarian;highly trained to kill and protect; grown to an independent young lady; and most of all, grown far wiser than she could ever imagine.

Snow had reached the bottom of the snowy mountains and all she had to do left was climb it to the top. The mountain is a steep, tall, cold and dangerous place, but perfect for her breed of Werewolf. So then she started to climb.