Hem Warna Putih Novels & Stories

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

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

When I reached the pack house I saw nobody around, I went in the house and found my father. "Dad, is there such a thing as a white wolf with silver eyes?" I asked him. My dad looked as if he was thinking and then he turned around and said. "They are supposedly real but I've never seen one, they are supposedly legends, wolf's of the moon goddess herself, but no one has ever seen one" he said to me. "What if I told you right now that I just seen one in the woods on our land." I said with out hesitation. "Son, I think your just stressed out with you getting ready to take over the pack, and your Alpha ceremony coming up, and your birthday in a week, your probably just seeing things and need some

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

Next to it were two boxes of jet-black hair dye, a dark green herbal vial with a handwritten label, and a neatly folded piece of paper. Nanny Mary's handwriting was shaky but clear: “My dearest Gwen, by the time you read this, you will have safely left that wretched place. Keep this money to protect yourself. As for this herbal vial, take one small sip every week during the full moon—absolutely do not forget, it will help you suppress those strange 'hallucinations' after that poisoning incident. And this peculiar white hair, if you aren't ready to face the outside world yet, use the dye I prepared to hide it away. Live well, my sweet girl.”