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This trip had brought him so many dangers that had filled his heart with fear. He would probably not recover from it even for an entire year. Rudy frowned, he knew what Grayson was planning on doing. He said in exasperation, "Don't be in such a hurry. Even though there's something wrong with Fane's head, what he said earlier is not wrong. "No matter what, a one-eyed frost wolf is still a wolf. Wolves are one of the best hunters in the wild. If it wants to kill someone, it will do everything it can to kill the person. It might still be waiting outside, waiting for us to leave this vessel.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

My mom, Justina's mom, and I were shocked when we saw her wolf. "Oh, my Goddes. I thought they were a myth," My mom said when she saw Justina's Wolf. "So did I, but I guess we were wrong," Justina's mom added. Justina's wolf was Golden with red eyes. There was a legend that the Golden Wolf would be the most powerful werewolf in the world. They were even more powerful than the White wolf, which was rare. There were only four known white wolves in the world. The Golden Wolf was the True leader of the Werewolf community, but no one believed in the Golden Wolf. I didn't know much about the Golden Wolf, but I did know that there was supposed to be one Golden Wolf born every five-hundred years.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I have always been told that I am one of the finest brown wolf in the pack. Doing as he said, I shifted and was about to gloat about how good I looked. But I was taken aback at the dominance of Xander wolf. A big gray furred wolf with exceptionally bluish eyes. My breath hitched at the sight, he wasn't just good-looking in person. His wolf would make anyone wish to be a werewolf.

And not the fact that after that, he performed it. “They call me Mitrich,” the goblin wailed, coming up to me, reproachfully watching how I got up and dusted myself off. - In the old days, werewolves thought faster. Yes, and more agile were at times. Let's go, bitch! A wolfdog fell on my head! I did not have time to answer, as my wolf began to go crazy, in the truest sense of the word! I have no idea what came over her, but she began to joyfully jump around her clearing, attracting my attention.

After moving here, and living in Gayl, my whole family started to relax, and deal with our various problems easier. The Graycorts had trails all over the forest, and I’m positive that my family has added new ones during our time here. I was running on one of the trails, and caught the scent of the she-wolf who has been haunting me for the last two years. Soon, I saw a glimpse of her gold and gray fur as she sped past some trees after a squirrel. I let my tongue hang out in silent laughter. That poor squirrel doesn’t stand a chance against the beauty chasing it. But, then again, she doesn’t stand a chance against me when I chase her.

"Oh yes, this rare white wolf is gifted with supernatural abilities that surpass us original werewolves." "In what way?" Gray waited patiently as Perla wiped away the chocolate milk moustache from his upper lip with her fingers. "Well, they run faster, and they are stronger than us. The ice wolf bite is extremely lethal to normal Werewolves, and they can also heal and sometimes bring back the dead. "Wow", Gray's face radiated from excitement. "I am going to be much stronger than the Ice Wolf when I grow up. He continued flexing his arms in different poses.

The kids cheered and scrambled closer to her feet. "All Silverback wolves used to be black," she began, holding up a drawing. "But a pack of white wolves lived far across the sea. One day, two pups were playing on the ice when it snapped. They floated for days until they washed up here. Our pack took them in. Ever since then, our wolves have been gray." I felt a weird warmth in my chest. The teacher gave me a quick, knowing wink. Calantha leaned in and started to guide me back to the hall.

I would have been upset with myself if I had killed any of these beautiful creatures. They suddenly turned around and ran back to two other wolves standing in the tree line by the road on the left. One was a light shade of red, and the other a smoky gray wolf with white on its paws. The gray one reminded me of a cat I used to have growing up that we named Smoky. He had the exact same colors. “This has got to be the coolest thing I’ve seen in a while,” I said, completely in awe. I had never seen wolves before, but they were beautiful and massive. I would say they are the same height as a Great Dane, if not taller.