Novelas y relatos de Sara Lance White Canary

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

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Marina screamed, fighting against the guards who seized her, but her cries were drowned in the sound of wolves howling, not in despair but in release. Selene stood at the center of it all, her chest rising and falling, Rowan at her side, the moon above unbroken and whole. The wolves bowed, not in fear, but in recognition, and she knew in that moment that she was no longer the rejected girl who had once wept beneath the trees. She was the White Wolf Luna. Caden lowered his head, his voice breaking. “Forgive me.” Selene looked at him, her eyes soft but unyielding. “I already did. But you will live with the cost.”

Lacey's POV: I have been at the beautiful pond for about an hour. While I am laying down by the pond enjoying the peace and quiet, all of a sudden my senses are alerted when I hear a twig snap in the woods around me. I look around but see nothing but something is telling me someone is watching me, I decide its better for me to head back to the pack house. it's rare to see a white wolf and I don't need any extra attention, it's bad enough I am the pack slave, everyone thinks I'm an omega low level wolf, everyone thinks I am trash, but nobody knows I'm of the Alpha blood line. my birthday is in a week, and I plan on leaving when I turn 18, and nobody can stop me.