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If not, people would be perplexed as to why a patient would lose red fur, thus she prayed that whoever washed the linens was a lupus garous. Rushing in, Lucian and Trevor first noticed the mess Ritka had created on the floor before turning to look at Ravena, the extraordinary sleepy red wolf. Lucian murmured, "Odin's wounds, she's a royal," beneath his breath. "Hell, Lucian, she'll have a whole bunch of suitors if the word gets out. She ought to be at the veterinarian, though, if she's going to shape-shift without warning, Trevor said. Silva entered the room.

Jo and I snuck out into the woods one afternoon to take our wolves for a run. Although we were cautious, we didn't want anyone to see us. When we shifted into our wolves, our white fur shimmered under the sunlight. My eyes glazed over when I saw Jenna, Jo's wolf. Her fur was pristine white, and her eyes were brilliant ocean blue. My wolf Alice and Jenna, were pretty similar in appearance, except that Alice had forest green eyes. Suddenly, our wolves began feeling a pull in a certain direction while we were running. In order to find out why our wolves were feeling this pull, Jo and I let the wolves take over and headed in the direction of the pull.

Instantly, Betty appeared by my side, adamant to solve the problem at hand. “And the Alpha kept his calendar full every day! If we don’t tell him early, we won’t be able to catch him at all.” “Suit himself!” I patted my orange bun to ensure that I look my best and put my feisty feet forward to the White Fang Manor. The White Fang Pack used to be as big and powerful as the Blue Moon Pack. While they owned the space to the West of the Black Crest Estate, the Blue Moon took the East side. Now, both packs have shrunk in size and power, the White Fangs haven’t the funds to develop anything beyond their numbers. So the land has been sitting there, ticking away like a grandfather’s clock.

“Yeah. That sounds like a plan. You only had a couple of books and they didn’t look very thick.” “I know. It doesn’t seem like white wolves are really that common. The first documented one was in the 1500’s and then the next one wasn’t until 1680. Maybe there’s only one every century or something. I don’t know. I’ll know more when I read more.” “Have you found anything interesting?” Piper asked. “Sort of. There’s still a lot more to go through.” I say. I stayed in my bed reading that night while the others were sleeping and I ended up falling asleep with the book on the bed while I had been reading.

They crept slowly towards us trying to figure out how they would attack. Slowly they started to spread out but none of them took their eyes off me. The more they spread the more we did. I stayed in my position scanning my eyes around trying to keep them within my sight. They looked as bad as they smelled. All of them were brown with red spots and their fur was clumped up from mud that had dried. Their eyes were a dull red like the human under their wolf was gone. They each barred their teeth and foamed a little around the edges of their mouth. For a moment time stood still and we all stared at each other. I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

“I heard something.” The Alpha’s expression hardened. “What?” “I don’t know.” The answer frustrated her. Because she wasn’t lying. The voice had vanished almost instantly. Leaving behind only a strange feeling. Like moonlight. Like silver light. Like something watching her. Froz didn’t like it. Not one bit. That evening— The White Fang Palace library was unusually crowded. Ancient books covered an entire table. Scrolls. Maps. Records. Documents. Everything Froz had gathered during the last few days. Metro adjusted his glasses. The mountain of books concerned him.

My eyes raised to catch who has teared them down but seeing the wolf standing in the middle, throwing, biting and kicking rogues, the one I have never seen in my pack, hell I never knew this wolf existed. ‘Who is this wolf, Alpha?’ I heard Ethan’s astonished voice; we all were shocked to see a single wolf handling these giant rogue wolves effortlessly. I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today.

‘Always, my Peony. Camilla eventually comes back to us with clothes for me in hand. The boys had backed up and sat down, just a foot from Nessa and I, and just watched. They seemed captivated by her White form, her strong build, and bright eyes. “Most wolves have different eyes than their human form.” Ren had said. “She’s the size of an Alpha male.” Nate mentioned at one point. “Her fur is so thick, it’s like its own shield.” Ren said when they backed away from our moment together.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.