All Chapters of The White Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Hunter Monitoring Division in the Department of Defense was created to track the progress of all the inoculated hunters. The war had its casualties on both sides, but ninety percent of known hunters were neutralized. My father put Magnus up to head the HMD.“You’ll stay at Quantico?” Magnus was packing, anxious to set up his command. My fear and apprehension of him leaving me were being ignored.“Yes. Your father’s reference and my involvement in the Hunter War have upgraded my civilian status. The interview was a formality.”“You’re excited?” He stopped. His regret flooded our bond.“I love you, Princess, but this is best.” His arms wrapped around me. “At least, for now.” His magnaminous gesture was pissing me off.My selfish adolescent self pouted, but Magnus was right. This wasn’t fair for either of them. He and Ghost deserved better.“You’ll be happy?” I tried to repay his support, but it came off as disingenuous. I was having a hard time letting him go.“I’ll enjoy my work. M

“A witch?” Grams gasped.“Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?”Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.The story was done, and my family looked at me with love, not fear, acceptance rather than awe. Over the next week, I cooked delicious meals with Grams while Dad chopped wood with Grandad. They took long walks together along the coastline, and we made pies, bread, and jam.Grams was a romantic and laughed, hearing about Ghost and my rocky beginnings. She didn’t have much advice about Magnus; a second mate was unheard of in any pack. She was interested in my witchy upbringing with my grandmother, but couldn’t tolerate hearing about my mother. Dad must have already given her character.“I worried about your fath

Ghost’s truck tore up my father’s driveway, barely stopping before he jumped out. His emotions were on a carousel the whole long ride. I stood on the porch with my father behind me. Ghost stalked towards us, his temper on a thin line of control.My Ghost was the most handsome man I had ever seen. In a flash, desire bloomed. Love surged within me, and I felt a warm light bathe me.Ghost stopped, and my father stepped back. Wonder began to replace his fury. “Esmeralda, you are glowing.”“I’ve missed you.” The hard lines on his severe face softened. My kind, reverent, and loving man reappeared.“I worship you.” He whispered and tackled me to the ground. His arms secured my head, and his body pinned me down, holding me in place so his lips could assault mine. I felt the energy wrap around us, knitting our auras together. Slivers of pain deepened our kiss. Tongues danced as we tried to engulf one another. “Marry me, Esmerelda.” The auras tightened and snapped, weaving threads of different

The Ohio River Valley was my playground. I stayed in the temperate forests and along the mountainsides, where nature fueled my healing. I slept under the stars and found peace in my thoughts. My wolf was happy, flooding me with contentment.Springtime filled our nose with new scents to investigate. I rarely encountered another human being able to smell civilization before it encroached on our solitude.Basic needs filled my days. I submerged my fur in water to kill the insects trying to make my coat their home. I needed a pack to take down a deer or anything as large, so I hunted rabbits, pheasants, and turkeys. Sheep were my favorite, but it was hard to sneak out of a field, especially when guarded. Berries and greens were a treat, and I loved fishing in the shallow streams. Carrion, I avoided. I’d rather starve than eat rotting roadkill.Eat, drink, sleep, and safety—the bottom level of basic needs. I wandered the landscape without duty, disappointment, or emotions. My choices affec

“Did you lose the number to your barber, young man?” Esmerelda’s grandfather was on my ass from the moment he arrived. I learned the hard way never to be alone with him. Millie was my protection and savior.“Leave the man alone. He must be nervous.”“He looks like broody James Dean.”“Yes, he does.” She fixed my hair with her fingers and then straightened my tie. “You look very handsome.”“I’m nervous,” I confessed.“You’ll feel better when you see her.” The music began, and everyone took their seats. Cyrus stood beside me under the trellis that Diesal had made especially for the wedding. Beautiful bouquets of white flowers adorned the edges. The little touches made this simple wedding extraordinary.My Esmerelda appeared, guided by her father. Intimidatingly, he wore his military dress blues with countless medals and pins. She was exquisitely wrapped in sheer white lace with a sexy plunging neckline. She moved as if floating on air. A thick diamond and platinum headband secured her l