Novel & Cerita Beautiful White Wolf

Okay, so she went through her first shift and her wolf is beautiful. Oh yes, her wolf is beautiful. Is that how we put it? Well, tell me the Alpha commands. Our daughter is a red wolf. Everyone in the room gasps and then goes silent. Are you sure that her wolf is red? Israel asks. Oh, we are most definitely sure her wolf is red except she has a white stripe going down the middle of her back. Alpha Israel asks the elders can you tell us what this means? Elder Eric spoke I don't know what this means. We never had a red wolf in any pack before.

They all nod agreeing with him. “And her wolf is so different. She is freaking bigger than Silver, which is very weird. Silver and Jared have the biggest wolf here, but she is bigger than them and have you ever heard of a white wolf?” he said, looking at all of us. “Wait, I have a white wolf?” I asked. White wolf? That is new. Females are usually brown. “Yes, you have a really huge white wolf with a large and long canine that can snap the strongest bone in the body,” Asher answered. I looked at him shocked, no wonder they were all shocked.

Even among some of the biggest wolves, I stand out. My wolf is large. Larger than normal and even more so that I am a female. My fur is a cascade of winter white, rare and beautiful, with thick and lustrous strands that look like it is flowing under water whenever I move. Even without anyone telling me, I know it is unique. I have heard of pure black wolves, red timber wolves, white wolves with black spots. Never a pure white like myself. Winter white. That is where our name comes from, The Winter Wolf Coalition.

Deimos POV Elizabeth’s wolf is magnificent. I have never seen a more beautiful wolf. Her fur is as white as snow, and her eyes glow like emeralds against it. I don’t know much about white wolves. I actually thought that they were extinct. I can’t remember the last time a white wolf was documented.

Gran takes the photo album from Aries, ruffling his hair as he sits down next to me. “I’ll tell you a story of the Great White Wolves, for like your sister Mazelina, there were hundreds of men and women just like her, with skin as pale and beautiful as the moon, platinum blonde hair and eyes as pale as the midday blue skies. Their uniqueness didn’t stop there for when they shifted into their wolves, they had coats as white as snow. These wolves were cherished and protected for many, many moons.” “Where are they now?” Blaze asks. Without a word, she opens the photo album and holds a picture of a young woman who looks very much like me.

Of course, I omitted the visions and the fact that I couldn't control my wolf. Her advice was helpful. She told me that the pain will gradually become bearable and that I will get used to it. "What is the color of your wolf?" She questioned suddenly. "White," I said casually. “White? White and what?" She asked. "It's pure white." "Wow! It's beautiful! I can't wait to see it… you are lucky. It's hard to come by a pure white-colored wolf," she giggled. "What comes next?" She asked with a mischievous smile.

Two men came from behind the huge black wolf, whom I figured out, based on their uniform, was a soldier. The male, too afraid to run, was arrested by the soldier. I sat on the ground, still too scared to move. The black wolf shifted right in front of me into a male as tall as Alpha Bolin. He had onyx hair that hung above his shoulders and beautiful hazel eyes, which reminded me of the leaves of the falls gleaming under the sunlight. He was strapping and was extremely handsome, and the type of guy who wouldn't bother wasting his attention on me. The type of guy who chooses she-wolves as attractive as them to be with.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

As the final transformation took place, I slowly stood to my feet. I watched in awe as Jessica’s wolf shook out her gorgeous pure white fur. She was larger than an average female, and as I suspected she was special. White wolves were rare, and they were a symbol of purity and protection. They were known to be good luck for the pack who has a white wolf within its pack.

Within no time, my wolf and I ended up on the bank of that lake in the southwest sides of the forest with him looking at its reflection in the water illuminated with faint moonlight coming from the half-moon in the dawn sky. ‘Marvelous!’ I mumbled. My wolf was new to this world. He had been within me always, but now he had to be out of his comfort zone. I peeked at my wolf. The only word that left my mind was ‘WOW.’ He looked great. All white. White fur, white tail with a golden bushy appearance at the ends. The whitetail was straight. Indeed, an Alpha. I knew my pack had extraordinary powers when it came to being a werewolf, but I had never seen a white wolf. Grandfather was a black wolf, a