Hi guys! This is a new FanFic of mine that I'm trying out. If you've read Words of Werewolves by Ea Skyrah, then you may find that I may have a few similar ideas to her, but just please know, I'm not trying to steal anything from his/her work!

One other note, there are a few people that aren't in the ToG books that I'm adding in to add another twist to the story. These characters are based on real people that I know, and they are really excited about being part of this FanFic. But, thing is for them, they have no idea about what they're going to be like, or what they are, or what part they will play.

Also, just saying, this first chapter is a prologue if you haven't already read below. Thanks for reading!

Prolouge:

Aelin:

Howls split the air, as the hunters came back. The snarl of the hungry pack rumbled like thunder behind me as I padded out to the gates. Eyes roving over the fresh kills, I intercepted the hunt leader, a strongly muscled male, with shining brown eyes, a dark brown coat with black smudge on his left flank, and nodded to the side. I hear him follow after me, and when we're out of earshot of the others, I turn to face him.

Shift, I said.

Dipping his head in obedience, the wolf shifted, and Chaol stood infront of me, dressed in his usual attire of a tight fitting dark grey t-shirt, with long black jeans, and a pair casual, black Converse. I shifted with him, and brushed down my dusty green tank top that I had paired with faded and torn denim jeans.

"What are the numbers?" I asked warily, already partially knowing what to expect.

Shaking his head in defeat, Chaol mumbled out his answer. "Not good, Alpha. The numbers are getting lower and lower each day. The reason is still unknown." His voice was pained, as if he knew how much of an impact this had on not just me, but the pack as well.

Snarling out curses bad enough to make grown men cry, I turned around, magic fuelling me on, and punched through three layers of solid brick wall without feeling an ounce of pain. Chaol swore and grabbed my waist, pulling me away from the crumbling wall, and covering my body with his as dust and debris rain showered down on us. Panting from the adrenaline, I clenched my eyes shut and closed my hands into fists, fighting the urge to punch something else, or shift.

I felt Chaol look behind us as the dust and final pieces of debris settled, and his arms slid out from around my waist. A metallic tang came from somewhere close to me, and I felt something trickling down my knuckles, and in between my tense fingers. I opened my eyes and opened my hands, watching the blood well from the gouges left over from the holes my nails had left, drip down my wrist, and fall to the ground. Each drop sparkled in the sunset as they fell, and yet I still watched.

"Aelin," Chaol whispered behind me.

I grunted, letting him know that I was listening, and he continued.

"We came across a scent today that I thought you may want to know about."

"And what was this scent?" My voice sounded dull, flat, and distant as I spoke.

"A Changed one. Male. And newly Changed." I heard Chaol swallow.

I turned around to face him. "Did you come across it?"

He shook his head, and looked away, eyes misted with still raw memories. I took his hand with my unbloodied one, and his eyes met mine.

"We'll be fine, Chaol. They can't reach us here." He shook his head again, but I gripped his hand harder. "They will never come here, because they fear us, and we have more abilities then their own. We'll be fine Chaol."

His eyes showed the pain that he had never gotten over, even after all these years. My heart faltered for a beat when I saw them.

Changing topic, Chaol mumbled something that I didn't catch at first.

"What was that, sorry?"

Smiling weakly, Chaol looked at me full in the eyes. "We found her. We finally found her."

Gobsmacked, I stood there, dumbfounded, just looking at Chaol. "A – are you certain that it was her?" My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure that even humans would have been able to hear it.

Chaol nodded, and explained everything quickly. After he was finished, I nodded, dazed, and walked away. I felt the weight of his stare following me, but I didn't care. I started to jog, but as the shadows of the forest rose to meet me, I broke into a sprint. I didn't know if Chaol followed me or not. All I could think about was those three words: We found her.

Flying through the trees, I blindly dodged, zigzagged, and sidestepped around bushes, tree trunks and stumps. When I came to a log, I stepped up, and jumped off it, shifting midair. I landed on all fours, and powered on, each step faster than the last, before coming to a cliff edge. I skidded to a stop, claws leaving deep gouges in the dirt and rock. I walked up to the very edge, and stood there for a few moments, looking out over the valley bellow and around me. The sunset was glittering behind the trees, seeming to be watching me.

Then, throwing back my head, I howled to the slowly setting sun, and to the slowly rising moon. I howled for Chaol's loss. I howled for all of my pack. I howled for my parents who's deaths happened on this day, twelve years ago. I howled for Aedion, who was away dealing with the oversized leeches. For so many other reasons I howled, but one of the main reasons...

I howled for my younger sister.

Ok, so guys, I need a few ideas on what the packs are going to be called, as well as a few names for the Changed ones, and also what a few members of the packs are going to be called. Please review, and hope you all enjoy this FanFic as much as I do! Thanks again for reading!