Burning Desire: His Chosen Wolf

Chapter 2 Lena’s POV Leah and I was in her car as she drive our way to the town mall. We just got the invitation to attend Richard’s birthday party and we have to shop for that. Our discussion on what happened in the school cafeteria today was smooth and never ending. It was a relieving sight. “I mean she got what she wants, now she won’t think of messing with us Queens again.” Leah flipped her hair backward posing the powerful influential female type. I laughed at her demeanor with an eye roll attached. “So there was this guy I met today before we go for lunch, I mean when I ran away from Trevor.” I decided to tell her about the ruby eyed mysterious looking hottie. “Yeah what about him?” She asked in a tone urging me to continue. “Well I don’t know much, I think he’s new and gosh he’s so hot.” I told her, remembering his face when we bumped into each other. How he cornered me into the wall and dominated me in an instant. A whole me Lena Hales getting dominated wit

CHAPTER FOUR Lena's Pov: I stood frozen in front of my mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. The reflection staring back at me was unrecognizable. My once chestnut-brown hair had turned stark white, a ghostly contrast against my pale complexion. Panic surged through me, making my hands tremble uncontrollably. Frantic and scared, I reached for another smaller hand mirror, hoping that this was just some bizarre trick of the light. As I grasped the mirror's edge, a sharp pain shot through my hand, and I recoiled in shock. A thin trail of blood trickled down my palm, but something was horribly wrong. The blood was white, not the deep crimson I had expected. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the unusual sight. Questions raced through my mind, colliding with each other in a whirlwind of confusion. What was happening to me? How could my hair turn white in an instant? And why was my blood no longer red? Fear enveloped me like a suffocating fog, consuming my thoughts an

CHAPTER 6 LENA. The ride back home was silent, save for the occasional honks of vehicles driving through the intersection. My earbuds were driven into my ears while I listened to rock music to drown out my intrusive thoughts. The thoughts of my mother's very mysterious death and that of the very eerie discovery I had experienced from last night, kept clashing. It felt like a war was going on inside my head as several trains of thoughts fought for dominance. Even while the rock music played, it couldn't scramble off the discovery I had made today. I could still picture the face of great awe on the Pack witch's face after I narrated my ordeal to her. How her expression morphed from awe to ardor; like she had found a rare gem. I mean, it wasn't far from the discovery she made. I, Lena Hales, a white wolf. A seeming rarity. I had never heard of white wolves. Maybe if I paid more attention in Lycan History class or read more books about our origin, I would have gotten an idea. I made

CHAPTER 8 LENA. This morning, I decided to come to school using the school bus. Leah had called this morning to inform me about her driving over the house to come pick me up but I turned her down immediately. I wanted to walk to school. Besides, it wasn't that far from my home. But on the way, I decided to get on the bus because it was almost time for classes to begin. Only that I got to school to see everyone milling about the parking lot. I climbed out of the bus and scanned the parking area for Leah's black Jeep Renegade. As soon as I saw her, I hiked my backpack higher and hurried my footsteps. She was standing with one Brenda, of the girls from cheerleading and as I drew close, I realized they were talking about Henshaw's death. "Can you believe this? He was found close to the filling station, dead. They said his body was mangled. I have the photo," Brenda said and pulled out her phone from her pocket. Leah contorted her face in disgust and waved her off. "I

CHAPTER 10 LENA. Mate? That was impossible. I sat up for a moment and stared at him, long and hard. He took a puff and turned to look at me. His perfectly arched brows lifted in askance. "Staring like the others? I thought you were different?" Frowning, I took the cigarette from his hand and took a few puffs. "What's wrong with staring at you?" "Nothing at all. Sometimes, I feel comfortable and most times, I feel my skin crawl," Scoffing, I shook my head and took another puff before handing it back to him. "You feel your skin crawl. That's really funny," "Funny? How so?" "You believe you're special. I don't know if you are and I don't care. You're just a fine specimen and trust me, everyone is going to stare, including the boys," "I don't think it's about my looks," He said with a shrug. The cigarette hung off his fingers. "Then what do you think it's about? Your ego?" "Ego? Nah. I just think I am special," "Narcissist much?" He chuckled to himse