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After chatting casually to Sebastian for a while, Blake got up and left. … That afternoon, almost all the media outlets in the entire country, not just Steinberg, were fighting to report on the effects of the Arctic Snow Mask and the Frostwave mask. Caspian had even made a detailed analysis of the effects of both face masks as they appeared very similar to each other. For instance, the main function of the Frostwave mask was to cleanse the skin and enhance the user's glow, making it a more affordable option. However, for women who had old blemishes and scars, the Arctic Snow mask would be their primary choice.

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

The ground was slick with blood, and the once-pristine white snow was stained crimson. Mac shifted, my paws sinking into the snow as I sprinted to the left, where Archer’s pack was struggling to hold their ground. Archer’s massive wolf, a dark and imposing creature, was locked in combat with a hybrid, but the creature was too fast, too strong. Archer’s wolf roared, but it was cut short as the hybrid lunged for his throat. His teeth sank into Archer’s shoulder, and the Alpha’s wolf bucked, throwing the creature off just in time to avoid a fatal blow.

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end. It lay there quietly. A cobalt blue fox the size of a mastiff. The undercoat was black, as were the legs and stomach. But the most striking thing about the Amphitheater was the white star markings on his forehead, which gave him something mystical. "That was easy," I said from my lips. At that moment the prole twitched. Our weapons almost jumped into our hands on their own and tensed the barrel at the monster, but now it was quiet again.

I grinned. His lips faltered but he said nothing. I barely closed my eyes when seamlessly my skin soon turned fluffy, bones snapping, foot bending—soon turned paws. Arya appeared, a loud growl filling the room. Eyes widened, mouths parting and jaws dropped. Arya shook her body and her furs dangled seamlessly, looking as white as the ocean. "Wow, A white water wolf." "Her wolf's white!" "I've really never seen a wolf this beautiful."

My Swift. Off white wolf with a hint of golden. He is so beautiful. Perfectly my match. Standing by his side, he is just my height but a bit slim. I am deep blue and he is offwhite-golden. The sun rays shining on his fur creating a hollow on him. I am just mesmerized. He came to me trotting on his feet and I can see he is happy. There is a hint of mischievousness in his golden eyes. And before I could proceed, he licked my face. A deep wet lick. And ran away.

' I asked in a desperate voice. 'Yes, he is. But don't worry about him. I'll lose him very soon,' Frost said with confidence, and I trust her. People around watched the scene unfold, and from the expressions on their faces, I could tell what they were thinking. Frost was a bright blue wolf mixed with elegant white that went in circles all around her body. One glance at her, and it would stick into your head for ages. Yes! She was that unique. As we ran across the traffic, dodging moving vehicles, Alexandros, my mate, was behind us. He didn't shift into his wolf, yet he was so fast and close.

“Your outfit. It’s a bit plain, don’t you think?” “Oh,” he looked at his plain white hoodie in comparism to the glamorous outfits everyone around him seemed to have on. “I guess.” “Do you mind getting splattered?” he was replied to with a smile. “With paint. Your hoodie’s white so it’ll be gorgeous.” He looked up to see a couple holding different colours of paint buckets and a light brush. They smiled at him in obvious anticipation of his positive answer. “Yes,” Alex nodded, excitedly, surprising himself. “I’d love to.”