Todos los capítulos de The White Wolf: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The appearance of a white wolf is mystical in shifter history. The prophecy claims that a white wolf is the guiding power behind a great change. These crazy men thought I was leading them to victory in some shifter war.“I’m probably just an albino, right, Doc?” He shook his head from side to side, making me feel defeated.“No. Beyond your white fur, you have no signs or DNA of albinism. The code for pure white fur is polygenetic. Multiple alleles are responsible for the expression of white fur. The probability that the exact combination for the trait is present is extremely low.”“So, a genetic fluke.”“All cultures have a prophecy about a white wolf. They are all similar.” My destiny was being dictated to me by a history of superstitions. “Why me?”“That is a great question.” Doc looked at me like he was going to give me an A. “You and Ghost are more connected beyond the mating bond. I will venture to guess Ghost, Cyrus, Magnus, and Rhett come from a strong lineage connected to the

Quantico Marine Base, Virginia. Colonel Harlon Morgan was a career military man stationed six and a half hours from Huntington, WV. The distance could have been worlds away. He didn’t know his daughter existed. Doc had set up a meeting explaining that his lab had important findings to share. Dr. Sawyer was a bigger deal than any of us understood. He had a visiting physician’s permit at several area hospitals as a disguise to collect genome samples from enhanced humans for his lab, a lab known for its groundbreaking techniques and scientific research.My entourage included Ghost, Diesel, and Magnus. We had an envelope from Doc to deliver, but we were on our own to convince a stranger to give me their blood. I wasn’t completely convinced this was a necessary course of action. My wolf and I were peacefully ignoring each other.Magnus drove the whole way with Diesel co-piloting while Ghost and I snuggled in the back. He absently dragged his thumb over the back of my hand. The action was m

“How did you know to give Magnus the address?” I asked my father as we sat outside on a large deck while Magnus and Diesel cooked on the grill. We had already made the side dishes and set the table. Everyone was drinking a beer while I was sipping iced tea.“Aren’t you an observant one?” He replied. I looked at Magnus and stuck out my tongue. He rolled his eyes in return. “I’m a career Marine at Quantico. An alpha shifter, head of a pack here at the base. I know the ranks between four people.”“How?”“A newly mated male would never leave your side. Magnus’ aura is blood red, similar to yours, daughter. He’s the enforcer and second in command in your pack. Diesel is strong and capable, but his position in the pack is not security, he volunteered. The rest is simple deduction.”Diesel plated the chicken and steak tips and set them in the middle of the table. “This place is peaceful. The sound of the river is calming.”“Not unlike your Allegany Mountains. We are bound to nature and thriv

“Your father will be fine in a day or two. Alpha bites take longer to heal.” The doctor moved away from the bedside.“Can I lie with him?”“Of course.” I climbed onto his king-sized bed and curled myself next to my father. He had become very important to me in such a short time. Our bond was so natural and loving. Ghost tucked a blanket around me and began a whispered conversation with the doctor. I concentrated on the rise and fall of my father’s barrel chest. His strength didn’t diminish even when he was asleep.“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I whispered, thinking of Ghost’s words. His hand opened for mine to take. I slept glued to his arm the rest of the night.The morning sun filtered through the blinds, warming the room. I was alone in bed with too many covers piled on top of me. Much activity could be heard on the floor below, making me rise more out of curiosity than from being done sleeping.At least ten men I didn’t know milled around the kitchen and back porch, drinking coffee and eati

The air shifted in warning before the car pulled up the long driveway. Mirium was a powerful witch. Dressed in a designer pantsuit, she unfolded herself from her car and stood breathing in the multitude of scents. Her gaze traveled over the landscape, scrutinizing particular spots as if she could recreate the battle that occurred.My father strode out to greet her. Their auras danced and flirted as they spoke. I guess I could see other people’s auras. Motivation is always the key.“Harlon Morgan at your service, young woman. Welcome.” I scoffed at his behavior. Mirium was not young, but she was tall and beautiful with curly, short, auburn hair streaked with copper and blonde highlights. She was stunning. The attention she garnered from my father made me dislike her instantly.“I’m Mirium Baker. You are expecting me.”“Of course. Let me help you with your bags.”“You’re very kind. You had quite the event here.”“We lost one of our own.”“Sixteen of the opposing pack. Including their Al