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the voice continued. I did not know if I could trust the voice or not, but I really had no choice. Also, I knew that all magic has a price. “What do you want from us???” Vasilla asked. “This is my gift… gift to my descendant…” I was confused…Descendant??? ”Who are you????” I now was puzzled by this. “I am the white wolf… My son…He was your family… You are the descendant of Elder Lakota child…My mate was his made son…My mate and my children whom I lost before their time… I will not let you lose family too…” she said, breaking my heart in the process. The pain in her words was still fresh, after all this time, I could feel her sorrow, sorrow she carried with her into the afterlife. I thought t

I gulped my surprise back, attempting to keep my steely expression mutual as I gaze upon the woman. “I am Rosalie Black, daughter in law of Melinda Walker.” I began, doing my best to keep my voice even. “The last known descendant of Tamara Votadini. You already feel my daughter’s power, she will set the curse into motion set about by each generation of Walker witches. As the white wolf, I have been tasked by the Goddess Selene to stop him.” The strange woman turned her head to the side, her unnerving eyes swopping over me as if she was assessing me.

But the dome carried every syllable to the farthest corners. "The daughter she bore in the forest was taken by the Ice Wolf Clan and raised on the ice plains. Upon reaching adulthood, she married into the Ice Wolf Clan and gave birth to Luna's mother. The mother was sent to Alpha City and hidden in the laundry. Every one of her descendants can be traced. No one was left in Greyhollow." He extended his hand from his sleeve. Palm open. The lily-of-the-valley mark glimmered with a faint golden light in the noon sun.

"She... why can't I—who is she?" "You can’t get her scent as well, right?" Zoren said as he sat down beside Verena and pulled her sheets up a bit. "She doesn’t have a distinct scent; I couldn’t figure it out as well. But she is a witch. She is the only daughter of the moon that was left in the other realm. She was the reason why I got back." "A daughter of the moon?" The king raised his brow and clenched his jaw. "I know, King, I know what you are thinking. But she is not the one who locked us all in the book; she’s a descendant, the only one that can access the portals right now."

“There isn’t a right answer for that, our species are extinct and under researched maybe you’re a late bloomer, maybe that’s how your bloodline operate,” She was speaking words I couldn’t decipher. My bloodline? My father was a ferocious wolf who turned at the age of sixteen. Only a few powerful alphas were able to morph that young. Maybe it was from my mom? Maybe I was her descendant. Maybe she was a witch or the last possibility… Maybe I wasn’t my father’s daughter. “Lady Isabella it’s getting late, we need to return so I can get you cleaned and ready for bed,” Lila’s voice stopped my racing thoughts.

She said within herself. .... 18 AD. It was the time when the son of the former king, Harbin took over the throne. He was obsessed with magic, power and immortality. He scavenged for every human born with magical powers and every child with the blue blood. She was just born then after years of her parents childlessness. Her mother and father had their first child immediately after their honeymoon and since then they haven't been able to conceive another baby. Twelve years later, they heard the cry of another baby. A girl! The daughter of the sun, Corra.

I shrink back, not wanting to see the coming attack on the small herd of deer we had stumbled across. Leaving Misty to that, I go over what happened once Nicolas had broken the wolf necklace from Alpha Remington senior. I focus and remember the beautiful female and finally take note of what she had said… She had said mates as in more than one that they would protect me. Then it hits me as to the other thing that she had said, she called me her daughter, yeah we are all her daughters but she had called me a pure descendant daughter… Is it really possible that it was true? My mother had told me about my grandmother and the sacred bloodline, so I knew that our bloodline was that of the Moon God

The beast growled angrily as he looked in the direction of the basket sailing away. "Dear child, we shall meet again. Until then, I'll let you grow and blossom into the bride you were born to be." As it raced off into the forest, the creature's voice echoed in its head. As her mother's blood trailed behind her in the river, the child drifted off silently at rest. "What in the world are you saying?—" I whispered with my brows furrowed. "It's you. You're the daughter of Queen Leinwand, your mother is very beautiful, just so you know.. You're carrying the blood of King Theorond and Queen Leinwand.."

Where the Valkyrie stood. "There is a part of the prophecy that clearly states my and Julian's offspring will take our place one day, to keep balance. Right around the time Julian started questioning Katharine's viability as the next queen, a rebellion sprung up. It might be coincidence, but I doubt it and as you know, more kids are off of the table for me. So, yes. She is worth it and then some." I explained and started walking again, but Sonja didn't follow. When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist.

“It definitely explains her alpha heritage, and if she indeed came from his bloodline, then there's a chance that Hiems Zales is the first blood wolf or from the direct descendant of the royal bloodline. The question is how are we going to find him?” Sapphire's viewpoint It's beautiful up here. The aurora was beautiful. I was back in the memories of my father and the strange child. They were alone on a mountain, watching the aurora dance. I already concluded that Dad met the girl during the time he was hiding from the world after he faked his death before he met Mum. He loved the child and she equally cared about him. "Will you take your mate to see something this beautiful when you find her