The White Wolf

Damaris opened her eyes slowly just in time to see a white wolf transform into the white haired man she had encountered in the castle only some hours ago. He came down to the floor beside her, anger evident in his eyes as he made to loose the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.

Two more werewolves came into the house with another standing outside, but none of them transformed into their human selves. They stood guard, with their eyes fixed on Zina and her mother, intimidatingly.

"Who the hell do you think you are to break into my house in such manner?!" Zina yelled out, all her initial fear vanishing as she watched painfully as the man picked up Damaris from the floor.

Triston remained quiet, but Rhea, understanding what was going on spoke, "She's been mated."

Zina turned around to look at her mother in shock, "What?" she asked rhetorically before slowly turning back to face the two before them, "Mated?"

"Are you alright?" might have been the cliche thing to ask, but Triston didn't ask, because he didn't need to, any seeing and sane person would know that she was not doing alright. He couldn't ask her if it hurt either because obviously, it did, with the way she kept wincing in pain, unable to straighten her back properly.

He was boiling inside of him in anger and it was taking more than just self control for him not to transform and bite off their heads. He knew the girl, the one who had been whipping his mate, he recognised her from the mating ceremony as the girl that had been mated to Alpha Prince Reyes, if he did any thing to harm her, it would tamper dangerously with their plan and st in motion a long lasting war between the two kingdoms.

He gritted his teeth. As her mate, he should take her with him, out of the house and away from Nyxoria back to Elyria, but things were not as simply as they may seem. For starters, he was sure the girl did not know to whom she had been mated to. He could not bring a Nyxorian girl to Elyria and to his father to present her to him as his mate, at least not right away, not when their own mating ceremony was the next day.

"She is mated now," he started, addressing the girl still holding onto the whip, and her mother, "I would like to think you both know what that means."

"Yes!" Zina was quick to respond, "It means she can no longer..."

"Do not let this repeat itself again!" Triston barked at the girl, shutting her up instantly, "Or I would personally make you two experience twice as much pain as you have inflicted on her!"

There was a moment of silence after he had spoken, and then Zina burst out into a laugh, "You would make me..." She laughed even harder, "Do you know who I am? Do you know whom you have just dared to threaten?"

Triston chuckled. He held Damaris carefully to himself as she leaned on him for support, "You being mated to Reyes does not change a damn thing," he said to her clearly and then moved his gaze from Damaris's back to Zina, "If you hurt her again, I will come after you."

"And if she remains in this house, under this roof, I will hit her again, and again, and again!" Zina fired, not at all feeling a bit intimidated by this stranger, she then fixed her eyes on Damaris who had been looking at her all these while, "Just wait till I get my hands on Ivone, I will tear her apart! limb from limb!"

"You're a white wolf," Rhea finally spoke after minutes of being silent.

Triston shifted his gaze and narrowed his eyes at the woman. He didn't respond to her, he didn't think there was any need to.

"The perfect color to have," Zina boasted and took a step towards them, "The blood of your mate would really glow on it after you're done cleaning her up!"

"No, no," Rhea shook her head and took her daughter by the arm, pulling her closer to herself and behind her body, "You're the White wolf. There is only one known white wolf, and if you're him... that would be... impossible that you would be mated to her, unless..."

She turned her attention to Damaris who looked at her confused. It was obvious that she was not exactly sure of what was going on, she did not know whom this person was that she had been mated to.

"Unless what?" Triston asked her. By the look of shock on her face, it was obvious she had recognized him. There was no need to pretend to her anymore, he just wondered how his mate would take the truth if it was revealed now.

"Your father..." she kept her eyes on Damaris and went on, then she gasped, slapping her palm to her mouth. She turned sharply to Triston, "You're him! You have to be him!"

"Mother?" Zina asked, pulling on her mother's arm, "What are you talking about? Who is he?"

"Alpha Prince Triston," she finally said, "Of Elyria."

"Elyria? He is Elyrian?" Zina narrowed her eyes at the white haired man, "Of the Redwood pack?"

Triston felt Damaris hold on him loosen and he looked at her as her arm slipped slowly away from his. She shook her head as she looked him over but she didn't move away from him. He listed to her heartbeat, she wasn't feeling fear for him, it was just the shock of finding out the truth.

"Elyrian? That's not right," she said, her attention still on him, "I cannot be mated to someone from a different pack, can I?"

Triston held her gaze. His face was set straight and held no readable emotion. Finally the secret was out, and it would seem like his mate was not taking it well. His heart beat calmed and he looked away from her, if she would not accept this fact, it would only make it more easier for him to reject her. He looked back at her, he would reject her, even though he really did not want to.