LOGINQUEENETH'S POV.
After some minutes, I was standing on all fours, my fur was so white that it glittered under the moonlight.
My friends turned to each other screaming.
“She's different, just white,” Aisha said.
I was very anxious to know why they’re surprised. I looked at my wolf and asked her.
“Why are they gasping. Is it something special?.
“We are a pure wolf, Queeneth, which is very rare; in fact, it does not happen. Everybody has a combination but we are just white.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“I mean that in the land of wolves, there's nothing like white wolf, there's always a spot but we don't have a spot.”
“What does that mean?” Aisha asked her brother.
“I don't know,” Reuben said not taking his eyes off my wolf. “But she's beautiful.”
I looked at him and immediately felt disappointed. There was no connection which simply means Reuben is not my mate.
“Queeneth, we are not his,” Amy said.
“Relax we belong to another.”
“What do you mean?” I surprisingly asked her.
“I mean that I know our mate, it's not Reuben.”
I was more surprised because other wolves don't know their mates until they see them.
“Who is he?” Tell me please. I'm curious.”
She didn't say a word to me. I asked again and again, my anxiety was at its highest limit.
“I'm not saying anything until the right time. Now stop talking to me and focus on your friends. They want to talk to you. Reuben is trying to mindlink you.
I quickly pulled my focus away from my wolf and focused on Reuben. I don't know what mind-blinking is; I just heard about it, but have not experienced it. I just experienced it now that I shifted. I can now mindlink the entire pack.
“Queeneth!” Reuben called me.
“Queeneth, can you hear me?
“Yes, I responded. I'm sorry I was talking to Amy.
“You're very beautiful, Queeneth. I’m so proud of you.
Would you want to run to test the strength of your wolf?
I gave a slow nod.
Reuben quickly told her sister, Aisha, to shift so that they could run with Queeneth. Amy met Reuben's and Aisha's wolf and we all went for a run.
We ran a long distance when I told them I was tired. We ended the run and went back to our clothes to shift back. Shifting is very painful, it hurts. But according to what we’ve been taught, when we keep doing it over and over again, it becomes a part of you, and it won't hurt badly again.
My friends hugged me and gave me lots of kisses. I was so happy that the three of us are at the same level. Reuben and Aisha have their wolf, and now I also have my wolf..
We picked up our belongings and started heading to our different houses.
“So, finally we are not mates,” Reuben said, his voice laced with regret.
“That was the same way I saw it “ I responded.
“I'm not happy about that, Queeneth. I wanted you to be my mate. I know I've never said this openly, but I love you, Queeneth, and I want you to be my mate.” Reuben confessed.
What Aisha told me before, that her brother loves me, is very true. I least expected her to express herself that day. I felt so emotional because, since he wants me, I also want him. I love him too.”
Aisha interrupted my thoughts.
“Brother, it's true that you love Queeneth, I knew that before now, and I wanted her to be your mate so that we can be family. But you’ve to give her a chance to find her own mate. If she doesn't find them, you can be her chosen mate, but first of al,l, she has to find her mate.” Aisha explained.
The whole thing Aisha was saying was not going down well with Reuben. The way he was staring at his sister as though he wanted to blow up her brain with his eyes if they were guns.
After some seconds, I nodded to what Aisha said.
“Aisha, you're right. She has to be given a chance, but I also pray she doesn't find any.”
We all laughed loudly together. We left the forest and got to Reuben's house. They bade me goodbye, and I headed straight to my house.
I got to my house and was too tired to even shower, especially because of the run. It was the first time I was doing such a thing and it really told my body. I managed to take a shower and put on my pyjamas to go to bed. I checked the time and it was 10pm. I already gave up, I won't find my mate since it is already 10, and I’m back at the house. Where would be see me for the connection to spark again? I was home.
I believed that it was the way the Moon Goddess planned it but never knew she was wiser.
As I was about to go to bed, I heard a noise that pushed me out of bed to check what the problem was. What I saw gave me the biggest shock of my life.
QUEENETH’S POVI go back to the archives the next morning.Collins tells me I should wait.I tell him I already waited long enough.He doesn’t argue.Maybe because he knows there is no point.Maybe because he sees the same thing I do whenever I look at that burnt page.Someone tried to destroy it before I could understand it.That means somebody is afraid of what happens when I do.The archive still smells like smoke.Wet ash covers the floor. Some shelves are gone completely. Others are blackened along the edges, their books swollen from the water thrown over them.I step inside slowly.There is something strange about seeing history reduced to this.Names that once mattered.Promises people died protecting.Laws that shaped generations.All of it can disappear in a single night if someone decides it should.I run my fingers over a burned shelf.“A lot of people worked very hard to make sure I never found this.”Collins stands behind me.“Then let’s make sure they regret it.”I glanc
QUEENETH’S POVI tell Collins about the dream after breakfast.Not because I want to.Because the image of that woman has been sitting inside my head since I opened my eyes, and every time I try to push it away, I see the crown again.Dark.Heavy.Sitting on her head like it belonged there.Like it had been waiting for her.Or me.Collins is standing near the window when I finish telling him.He doesn’t speak.That’s the first thing I notice.Usually, Collins has something to say.Even when he doesn’t know what to say, he’ll find something. A question. A stupid comment. Anything to keep silence from becoming too heavy.This time, nothing.I watch him.“You know something.”His eyes remain on the window.“I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.”He finally turns around.His face has changed.Not fear exactly.Recognition.And I know that expression.I’ve seen it on people who suddenly realize the thing they were hoping wasn’t real has just walked through the door.“What?” I ask.He lo
QUEENETH’S POVI wake up expecting to feel something.Pain.Power.That familiar pressure behind my ribs.Amy.Anything.For a few seconds, I just lie there.The ceiling above me is the same one I have stared at a hundred times. A small crack runs from the corner near the window, disappearing behind the old wooden beam. Morning light slips through the curtains and paints a thin line across the floor.Everything looks normal.That should make me feel better.It doesn’t.I wait.Usually, Amy is there before I’m fully awake.Sometimes she complains about the cold.Sometimes she tells me to go back to sleep.Sometimes she just sits quietly inside me, warm and familiar, like another heartbeat tucked beneath my own.This morning there is nothing.I swallow.My eyes close again.Maybe she’s tired.Maybe after everything that happened, she needs rest.“Amy?”Nothing.My stomach drops.I sit up too quickly.The room tilts.I grab the edge of the mattress until it settles, breathing through my
QUEENETH’S POVWhat We Choose Without Being ToldThe border looks smaller than it used to.Or maybe I’m just not standing beneath it anymore.The trees don’t lean in.The air doesn’t thicken.There’s no sense of crossing into something that will notice me and shift to make space.It’s just a line in the earth.Worn down by footsteps.By years of wolves leaving and returning, some of them never realizing how heavy that line once felt.I stand there longer than I mean to.Not stuck.Just… taking it in.The quiet.The honesty of it.No whispers brushing the edges of my thoughts.No pull behind my ribs trying to guide me toward something I haven’t chosen yet.Amy stretches slowly inside me.Not restless.Not pushing.Like she’s waking up into a day that doesn’t demand anything from her.“This is new,” she says.Her voice feels… lighter too.Less layered.Less like it carries something ancient behind it.I nod once.“It is.”Collins is beside me.Close enough that I can feel the warmth of
QUEENETH’S POVA World Without a CenterWe don’t arrive like victors.There’s no rush ahead of us, no howl carried through the trees announcing return or survival. The forest doesn’t part anymore. It just… exists. Thick. Familiar. Honest in a way I never noticed before.For a second, standing at the edge of pack land, I hesitate.Not because I’m afraid of what I’ll find.Because I don’t know what I am to them now.Before, I would have felt it.The shift in the air.The way attention gathers.Now there’s just quiet.Real quiet.Collins doesn’t look at me when I stop. He just waits. Close enough that I know he’s there. Far enough that I know he’s letting me choose the next step.So I take it.The boundary doesn’t react.No ripple.No recognition.Just a line I cross with my own weight.The first wolf who sees us doesn’t bow.He freezes.Then his shoulders drop.That’s it.That’s the reaction.Relief looks smaller than I expected. It doesn’t fall to its knees. It exhales.More of them ap
QUEENETH’S POVAfter the World Lets GoI don’t wake all at once.It comes in pieces.Cold first. Not biting. Just present. Pressed into my back, my arms, the side of my face. Ground. Real. Solid. It doesn’t hum anymore. It doesn’t react to me like it used to. It just… holds me.Then sound.Wind through trees. Uneven. No pattern to it. No whisper hiding inside it. Just air moving because it can.Something cracks nearby. A branch maybe. My body flinches before my mind catches up.That’s new.Before, I would have felt it coming.Before, nothing surprised me.I open my eyes slowly.The sky is there.Plain.Blue stretched thin with early light, no pressure behind it, no weight pressing down through it. I stare at it longer than I mean to, like if I look away it might change its mind and close again.It doesn’t.It just stays sky.My throat tightens.I push myself up on my elbows.Everything aches, but not in a way that feels wrong. Not like something inside me is tearing itself into shape
QUEENETH'S POV.I decided to stop at Reuben’s place before heading to the training ground. I was so surprised when I saw Success standing in the living room as I walked in.Success is Reuben's classmate and friend. They are of the same age. She is also Alpha Collins' friend. Reuben and Alpha Collin
QUEENETH’S POV.Morning came too fast and I woke up very early and got up immediately. I was very excited. Tomorrow is my birthday. Not just that it's my birthday, I’ll be meeting my wolf tomorrow because I’ll be eighteen. The elders of the pack always tell us that to shift is very painful but I do
QUEENETH’S POVWhen the Moon Stops AskingI notice Collins is hurt because he is trying not to let anyone notice.That is how I know it matters.His stance is still solid, shoulders squared, voice steady as he gives orders to stabilize the perimeter. But his weight favors one side. His breathing is
QUEENETH’S POVThe forest feels different now. Every shadow seems sharper, every rustle louder, like it’s breathing just for me. Reuben is near. I know it without hearing his voice or seeing his face. The signs are small, but they speak louder than any words ever could. A scratch on a tree shaped l







