As long as they could remember the Khentorei lived in peace and relative happiness. The many different tribes never warred with each other or the only neighbors they had known, the Kalnat. As long as the Khentorei could remember they knew their Gods and their horses. The great horned horses they rode across the great plains were their brothers. They loved their brothers as well as the plains that gave them all they needed to live. They also knew the Golden People a strange people of gold hair and eyes the color of the sky. The Golden People were as gods to the Khentorei and no one questioned that. The Golden People demanded a yearly tribute from each of the tribes of the Khentorei, and so it was given. No one ever questioned this, for it was all they had known.

The Alnei, tribe of the wolf, were no different from the rest of the Khentorei. So they brought the annual tribute to their Golden deities. But when the Golden Ones took Nai, the high priestess, chosen of the gods, they had gone too far. Mor'ahn, spear of the sky, refused to allow his sister to just be taken. When Hran, Nai's mate, struck out against the Kalnat a vicious war began. But to a people where theft, rape and murder did not exist and everyone was family, war was strange sickening concept. Mor'anh is forced to reconcile his feelings of killing another human being and his hatred of the Kalnat. One day he must lead his people, but to where?