Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
Every colour imaginable - grey, silver, brown, copper - but not a single one is black.
"Diane," I whisper, standing up as the massive pack surrounds us. "Why are Tola and April the only black ones?"
"Is it not obvious?" Diane smiles. "They are the templates. The first of their lineage. Midnight fur belongs only to the originators."
A pure white wolf separates herself from the crowd, trotting toward me with her head low. My heart stops.
"Madeline?" I gasp, dropping to my knees as the white wolf pushes her wet nose into my neck. I wrap my arms around her, sobbing into her fur. "I missed you. I missed you so much."
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