The Last Daughter novel Chapter 1

   The young werewolf hopped from rock pad to rock pad, swinging her tiger printed dress as she sang the new song her teacher taught her. Her mother was sad again, sad because her big sister's death anniversary was coming up. She didn't like the way her mother would always be before and after the memorial, so she decided to cheer her up. The girl went to fetch her favourite flowers but since she couldn't find them in the pack territory, she went out to look for it. Her parents had no idea when she left. They didn't need to know, she'll be back before they suspect. That was what she thought until she ended up lost.

   The girl wasn't scared, just worried that her mother would be worried. She'd been away from home for days, feeding from the fruits of trees she come across. She thought of her wolf…

If I had my wolf like my older sisters, she would help me find my way back or make it easier for daddy to find me.…

   But she didn't have her wolf yet, she was only a month above seven. She had to find her way on her own, and it wasn't going so well.

   Her mother would be crying, her father freaking out, Isla, her sister, would be sad, but Zira wouldn't care. Zira was her eldest sister, the next alpha. She didn't possess the quality of an alpha for reasons her father didn't know, but she was his first living child so she was the next. Zira wasn't like Isla who was sweet, kind, gentle, and understanding. She was more of arrogant, self-centred, demeaning and careless, very careless. Isla had more dominating aura than her but her father still insists Zira Rude becomes the next alpha. Zira was thirteen and recently got her wolf. Isla was eleven but already has her wolf. She shifted at ten which her father thinks is remarkable.

She wished she could shift too.

   The girl knew that if her father don't find her soon, her luck would run out. She could die of hunger, cold or even rogues. There had been a lot roaming about that she manage to avoid, but it wouldn't last. The pup yearned for her mother to be beside her, to hug her. She might be brave, but she was only just a pup.

No, Lulana, don't cry, don't cry… She recited in her head.

  She kept singing as she continue to walk into the forest. Her scandals was almost worn out. Her dress was covered with splashes of mud, dirt and twigs. She had dirt allover her face and hands too and she was tired.