My Savior

*Quinn* I was ninety-nine percent sure I was actually losing my mind. The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was sitting right at the edge of our protected lands staring into the forest. Somewhere I hardly ever ventured unless it was needed. But the intense pull that I felt to this piece of the land today made it extremely hard to stay away, even if I didn't know the cause for the pull. So I've been laying here in the field for hours, just enjoying the sunshine. Staring into the forest at all of the different animals wondering about through our land, basking in the scorching heat from the day. Waiting for whatever reason I've been pulled here to come to light. And the second reason, I was almost positive that I could hear at least a dozen sets of feet hitting the earths floor coming straight towards our land. At that thought my brain finally snapped out of it's internal fog. Fuck. This is why I'm here, this is why I felt the pull to be here so strongly today. This ha

*Quinn* Ingrid's wolf stalks forward, every muscle in her body taut like a predator about to pounce on the prey.'Her wolf, that isn't possible.' My wolf Maddox says, and he's right. It's not possible. The legends about white wolves are just that. Legends. Myths. They go back further than anyone knows, but I've never seen one or met anyone that has come into contact with a white wolf. I never would of thought the stories were true, but here I am, seeing it with my own eyes. So how is this possible? Ezra said she is suppose to be a Beta's daughter? With the size of her wolf there is no fucking way that is accurate. She's got alpha blood running through her veins, I have no doubt about that. Who the fuck is this woman that is my mate? 'Doesn't matter, she's our mate Quinn. And I can't wait to get her wolf to come out and play.' Maddox snaps. 'Oh calm down Maddox. I was just wondering what the hell is going on here.' Howls resounding through the forest breaks me out of the argumen

*Quinn* Every piece of research I've come across hasn't brought me any closer into figuring out where Ingrid really comes from. There's absolutley nothing along the lines of missing children from the year that she was born that look even remotley like Ingrid, no adoptions records, and no records of her being born into the Black Ridge Pack. The story that Ingrid has been told her whole life was that her mother Laura died giving birth to her, but the records indicate that Laura died in a rogue attack two years before Ingrid was even born. Her Alpha and father have hidden and lied to her about every aspect of her life, including about Jules being sick. When I told Ingrid the possibility of them drugging her because of her wolf being different I could see everything shifting into place in her mind. I don't think she could actually fathom before that her father would willingly maliciously hurt her. Stone had told her that Jules was sick and the injections were to keep them both safe, b

*Quinn* As more time rolls on I can visibly see Ingrid growing more tense. She's watching, waiting, worried that Stone is coming for her. Worried that he's going to hurt the pack. I know she feels guilty for coming here because it seems like she put us all in danger, but what she fails to realize is any one of our pack members would gladly give up their lives to protect our Luna. She's my mate, but she has yet to see what that even entails. The most she interacts with people is during training, and even that's a slim encounter. I know she's scared of what comes with being a white wolf, of the icy chill that follows her shadow. Our council isn't even sure of what her ability means. She's been fighting our mating bond every step of the way, building up a fortress so high around her that it's almost impossible for someone to scale the walls and get inside. Almost, but not entirely impossible. If anyone can beat down her defense system and crawl their way inside, it's gonna be me. I

*Quinn* I'm already at least 100 yards away when the aganozied scream rips through her throat. Before I even have time to comprehend whats happening to Ingrid her wolf is blowing past me and headed straight into the forest towards the fight. "INGRID!" My shout contorts in my throat, emerging as an imhuman roar. The One thing I never mentioned to her was the the white wolves were warriors for their packs to their very core. If a pack member was in trouble and called for help the white wolves would lay down their life to protect them. But I never thought we would be in this situation, I've almost trippled patrols in the past month so we would never be put in this situation. I also didn't know if this particular bit of information was true. Turns out it is and its a hell of a time for the fucking warrior princess to come out and try to play. And Ingrid? She has no idea why Jules pushed so hard to get out and I'm sure they are both fucking terrified of what just happened. The warrior i