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I thought he had left with Milo. Dacia prances forward, the wolf's ice-blue eyes on Leneve. Dropping the white fox at her feet, the black wolf bows his head, bearing his neck to my mate. “For me?” Leneve gasps in surprise and stoops down to where the white fox lies. No blood coats the pure white fur of the animal. It was a clean kill and done so gently to preserve the gift. Dacia makes a series of noises, flattening his front and then stretching before he turns and runs back off.

However, I kept that information hidden just in case and covered it up with an Esoteric Divination formation. I thanked myself for making a habit of always keeping a backup plan. A couple of days of rest later, I went on a hunt with Shawn. A hunt for Icebeasts. I held my dragon pendant, and not too long after that, someone in the team happily shouted, "Captain, it's a White Fox! It's a rare Icebeast! White Foxes' beast cores were incredibly pure. They could be used to power up Abilities, and the metahuman wouldn't even have to worry about the toxins present in usual beast cores.

Even Axel wasn’t completely black, he had a bit of white around the eyes and a middle toe on the front left paw that looked as if it had been dipped in white paint. I didn’t know who was more shocked, me or Eric. I caught his expression from the corner of my eye. I had half the mind to reach over and close his mouth before his jaw fell to the ground. I admit Brook’s wolf was amazing, but not enough to cause that kind of reaction.

I teased with a smile. "Serving my wife is my honor." He sat beside me and pulled me into his arms. "By the way, our scouts reported that they found a mad white fox near the edge of the Mistwood." My hand paused over the book. "Sylvia?" "Mm." Julian toyed with my hair. "I heard she has lost her mind completely. She doesn't even know how to hunt. A few low-level beasts bit off one of her legs, and now she can only survive on carrion."

"Don't worry beautiful. They can't see you blushing right now" I don't say anything I just start laughing alongside everyone else. "What are you doing here anyway?" "Mom asked me to bring you some clothes because you ghosted in your clothes and they're ruined." "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see if I could do it I didn't want to let anyone down if I couldn't" "Oh don't be sorry. It was a success and you should be absolutely proud of yourself. The colour of your wolf is amazing. Black with white stripes on the paws is beautiful!" He tells me.

I turned right down another street, then circled around and stopped on a side street so we wouldn’t be noticed. Fletcher got out of his car along with Jaxon. They didn’t have to wait long when a white Mercedes pulled up, just like the one Breanna had described. A moment later, two men got out and looked around. One stood on one side of the bridge and the other next to the car. When they had deemed it safe, he opened the back passenger door, and out stepped the Alpha, looking precisely as Brenna had described: tall and muscular with long white hair. “He’s an Arctic wolf,” I said, watching. “Are there any Arctic Wolf Packs in the area?”

I had never anointed anything before. I poured light over my head inside the Old Oak and that made my hair go all white and my eyes go white and my claws come out up to elbows. I gave light to Jax through a bite on his neck and that stopped his bleeding and made his four lines glow steady instead of bleeding light. But anointing ice was new. White wolf inside me howled the words and my hands knew before my mind knew and now my palms were flat on cracking ice island that was shrinking under me and Jax and light was spreading.

Richard’s jaw creaked. "Your endocrine system is clearly under significant stress. You’re overproducing marking pheromones." Joshua held the bottle out, the clinical label facing the crowd. "This is a concentrated neutralizer. High grade. One spray and it’ll kill that aggressive odor before the Board members start to think you’re losing control of your wolf. You really should be more professional in public." A soft gasp rippled through the room. Bianca Moore, standing a few feet back, turned a shade of white that matched her pearls. To offer an Alpha a scent neutralizer was the ultimate insult. It was telling a king he had bad breath.

Valerie replied. "Okay, White Wolf is often called the "polar wolf" or "Arctic wolf," Arctic wolves inhabit the Arctic regions of North America and Greenland. Thanks to its isolation, the Arctic wolf is not threatened by hunting. It is the most productive hunter in the pack haters it is made or female. When they are in charge of hunting the pack always bask in the abundance of food all year round until they are way very old and also they are not afraid of habitat destruction in the same way as their southern relatives, that is, enemies. They find it fun to match enemies and win every battle.

I nod, “Okay.” She rubs some type of balm over Amelia’s lips and says, “That should help with the burn. She’s strong, Maven. You’re lucky to have her. You just have to wait for her to heal and detox from the poison. Unfortunately, only time can fix that. Well, time or the white wolf.” My eyebrows furrow and I say, “The white wolf? That’s just a myth, a child’s story told in the wolf world. The white wolf isn’t real.”