The Beta's Daughter
He smiled at me, and then began to speak.
“There was once a legend of a pure, snow-white wolf who roamed through the woodlands. It was like mist; if you looked closely, it dispersed before your very eyes. Nobody was every quite sure who, or what, the white wolf was, but they began to know it as the Lone Wolf, or The Wanderer.”
His words were level in tone, and slightly gruff with sleep, and I let my eyes slide shut once more.