Under The Stars

Gasping for breath, the grey волк raced through the trees.
His mate ran alongside him with a tiny pup dangling from her jaws and her yearling son on her heels.
Their pursuiters crashed through the underbrush behind them, gaining ground with each step.
“Keep going!” he barked to his small pack.
Without warning, two Волки stood before them, teeth bared.
As they came to a sudden stop, half a dozen Волки emerged from the forest.
They were quickly surrounded on all sides.
“What do Ты want from us?” the grey волк growled, мех rising along his back.
Beside him, his mate laid her ears back...

PROLOGUE
The fresh scent of лиса, фокс ran up her nose, and the she-wolf lifted her feeble head. It was almost her time to give birth to her first litter of pups. Suddenly, the bushy мех of the лиса, фокс was visible. The she-wolf growled, and the лиса, фокс ran.
"Oh, thank Deo!" She cried aloud, the лиса, фокс wouldn't be trouble. Snow was gently falling outside of the den. As she lay in wait, her first twinge in her belly made the she-wolf yelp, surprised.
The birth was long and horrible. She knew Deo was punishing her for mating outside of her pack. The she-wolf's sides were heaving up and down, pain gripped her belly....