Watch Wolf (Wolves of the Beyond, Book 3)
A wolf's eye view of the legends of Ga'Hoole in this stirring third installment of the Wolves of Beyond series by bestselling author Kathryn Lasky.
Born with a twisted paw, Faolan was abandoned as a wolf pup and left to die. But not only did he survive and make it back to the wolf clan, he proved himself to be one of the most worthy wolves of all.
But just as Faolan is about to take his place as one of the revered Wolves of the Watch, a fellow watch wolf goes missing. Faolan is sent to track her down and makes a horrifying discovery - she has been kidnapped by bears. A war is coming between the wolves and the bears, and only Faolan can stop it.
of the Moon of the Flies, the first of the true summer moons. “Let’s hope the flies don’t become snowflakes,” Edme said with a touch of her old familiar cheer, which relieved Faolan. Perhaps she was not as downcast about this tummfraw business as he had thought. Surely she would feel something when she arrived at her peak. The sudden frost of the previous night had melted away, and the sun shone bright in the blue bowl of the sky. Edme had expected the ridge to be capped in snow but was
Faolan realized. He wants to share his sickness and his final death! “Edme! Edme!” Old Cags chanted. “I need a name, I got a name, now nothing more will be the same. Edme, Edme, Edme! Come share the foam. We’re not alone. Edme, Edme!” Old Cags was walking steadily, staggering no longer, and closing the distance between himself and a frozen Edme. Arthur looked down. Has the wolf gone yeep? Yeep was a state in which an owl got so scared in midair that its wings locked, and the bird plummeted to
passed. Perhaps soon the huge skeleton of Thunderheart might break apart, and he could carry one to this point. But he would not worry about that now. A small drumlyn was better than no drumlyn. He began his carving with what he thought might have been his first memories — those of the other wriggling pups beside him, their scent. He only remembered their scent for, as a newborn, his eyes were sealed shut and he would not have known the other pups by sight. The sensations of those first days came
“She was brave, Edme. Oh, my, she was brave. That scar that runs across the chieftain’s face down to his neck?” Edme nodded. “That was what she did to him. She was going for his eye as he had gone for yours.” CHAPTER SEVEN TATTERS FAOLAN GASPED. “YOUR MOTHER gave Dunbar MacHeath his scar?” Edme nodded at him. They had met up again near the marsh where they’d seen the frost-covered spiderweb. Faolan was dizzy with what Edme had told him. The false tummfraw. Her maiming. Her mother’s courage
scattered pieces of what had been silly young she-wolves whose worst crime was teasing and taunting. With each step Edme took, she felt reassured in her decision to reject her clan. At the same time, she felt she was taking a step closer toward her mother, Akira. She knew now that she came from a brave she-wolf, and this to her was as meaningful as discovering a tummfraw. Her journey had been exactly what the Fengo predicted — a journey toward truth, understanding, and reconciliation with her