Chapter Fourteen

Aria's POV

I can't believe this, Martha fought for me. She hid me away from the three rogues that had tricked us. She's a seasoned warrior and was able to kill two of them. 

A third one crept behind me to hurt me but Martha stepped in the way stabbing him with silver in the process. He got a clean swipe at her neck.

I couldn't  recognize the scream that tore through my throat. She can't die, it's all my fault. She didn't want to come but I forced her and remained adamant and unreasonable. 

I reached out to my core for the light that had healed the little girl on the playground. With a little help from Willow, it's just at the back of my mind. 

Light escapes my hand and sinks into her skin, then completely envelopes her. The gurgling stops almost immediately and the wound seals, disappearing as if it was never there.

“Aria, what's this?” I whip my head forward in surprise, I didn't sense anyone else. 

“Kael, emmmmmmm it's nothing, I….ermmmmmmm,” I stammer, not knowing how to explain the fact that I'm a freak.

“Doesn't seem like nothing to me,” he says, with folded arms.

“I don't know how to…” I  pause, he places his fingers on his lips, giving me a signal to be quiet. 

“Aria, what are you really?” Martha utters finally coming out of shock. I guess she didn't see Kael's signal.

“Alpha, the coast is clear,” a deep baritone voice says, belonging to a bulky man built like a tank who emerges from the forest.

“It's fine, Gad,” my mate answers. “It seems Martha and the Luna took care of them.

More figures emerge from behind the trees, hopefully none of them saw my power display. I don't even know how I was able to do this.

Gad's eyes move in our direction. Martha is still on the ground, recovering from her close to death encounter.

“Are you alright, Luna, Martha?” Gad says with furrowed brows.

“Yes we are alright,” We say in unison. Martha stares at me in awe and admiration.

She plays the part of still being wounded so it wouldn't raise any suspicion. Several wolves walk towards us. 

“I'll take care of the Luna, Maurice, you can help Martha to the infirmary.” Kael says, I can sense an underlying bit of jealousy.

“Jealous much,” I say to him through the mindlink. 

He shoots me a sweet smile, “Whatever, Kitten, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

He then walks towards me as Martha is gently picked and taken towards the pack infirmary. 

He bends and picks me up like I barely weigh a thing. “I barely understand everything myself, I'm so confused.”

He peers at me for a while, “We will figure it all out together, I promise, but please don't hide your struggles from me. I want to be a part of it all the way.” He lets everyone walk in front, dragging his feet to slow us down.

Warmth filled my chest. Buzzy sparks swirl around my belly, this was everything I ever wanted. Someone to cherish me and treat me right.

“I'm slowly adjusting, I'm sorry I've been alone forever so it's so hard for me to trust anyone else. But I will do my absolute best.”

He rubs his cheek to mine lovingly, heading towards the infirmary. 

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“I'm happy you've been cleared by my Uncle, Kitten.” Kael says, leading me away from the infirmary. 

“Who is that?” Does he have an Uncle I know nothing about?

A chuckle passes his lips, “Klassen is my Uncle, that's how Martha and I are related.”

“I could have never guessed,” I say clearly surprised.

“Why is that?” He inquires.

“Well, first of you both look nothing alike and he's so sweet and nice,” I mentioned, giving him a look. “Unlike someone walking next to me.”

He bellows in a fit of laughter, not saying anything else. 

He is leading us towards unfamiliar parts of the pack. “Where are we headed,” I ask curiously.

“I felt we might get some answers to your identity and healing powers at the library.”

We arrive at a large wooden door that seems dusty from being unused. Kael pushes the old door open.

He swipes some cobwebs out of the way and I walk in right after him.

He pushes a chair out for me, I have a seat. He then walks towards a particular shelf and takes out about five books. The library seems well arranged though unused.

“This is one of the oldest libraries around, it has been over twelve generations. The few times I've used it, it has given me all I need.” 

He dumps the set of books in front of me, and pulls a chair sitting next to me. Dust hits my nostrils making me sneeze, I shoot him a glare. He gives an innocent toothy smile, that was totally intentional.

“There are history books and books about various species in Crescent Moon,” he explains.

I furrow my brows in confusion, “Are there other species in Crescent Moon?” I ask.

“Yes, there are,” he says. “Let's have a little history lesson.”

“Centuries ago, Crescent Moon was actually called Meltos. There were dragons, witches, fairies, werewolves, and vampires. They all lived in peace, until the quest for power by the dragons caused a rift in the balance. They corrupted the minds of the vampires and some covens of witches.”

“I've never heard about this before,” I murmur in fascination. 

“It's been so long, and most of us have forgotten about it.” He answers. 

“So a war started, at first the dragons and their cohorts were winning. But the moon goddess heard the cry of the werewolves and gave them a gift.” He takes a pause.

“What was it?” My interest piqued.

“The white wolf. Centuries of storytelling makes it uncertain the extent of powers this wolf possessed. But one sure thing is that she was extremely powerful and unlike any werewolf.”

Wait!!! The day I shifted in front of Martha she told me that I was a white wolf. How is this possible? I'm supposed to be the least in my pack, not some powerful wolf.

“....Aria, can you hear me?” He says, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yes, I can hear you, go on.”

“Okay, so she was the missing piece that turned the war around. She single handedly led the werewolves and fairest into war, conquering the dragons and casting them out.”

“What happened to the fairies and witches that didn't join the dragons?”

“Fairies hid their existence since then some witches did too, a few can be found in some packs though.”

“Wow, you're not such a bad storyteller,” I tease with a smile.

“You wound me, Kitten.” My mate answers, holding his chest in mock pain.

“Which should we start with?” I ask, since I'm unable to read.

“Well maybe from history since you seem to be a werewolf. Something might help us get somewhere.”

“Sure,” He carries a large book covered in skin. He begins slipping through the pages. 

He is on for about an hour when he kisses his teeth and says, “I think I've found something. 

“What's that,” I tilt my head in curiosity. 

“Here it shows that only one wolf was ever recorded with healing powers,” he says thoughtfully. 

“Okay, who would that be?” I ask, my patience running thin.

“Well the first white wolf, Saraya. That was one of the reasons why she was such an asset on the battlefield. She had the ability to heal hundreds of wolves at the same time.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, she could control her magic quite well. She was never recorded to have died though, she was just never seen again.” He says, still deep in thought. 

“Can I tell you something?” I say with my gaze low.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I'm a white wolf.”