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Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

She has lost too much blood, and this is taking its price. But the White Wolf continues to strive, delivering several strong bites that rip holes in the skin and flesh of the creature that's roaring painfully, like it's crying. Yes, it seems to be crying, begging in an incomprehensible dialect — and that only makes Rhea even more nauseous. As Rhea digs her fingers into the sandy soil and crawls across the floor, opening her eyes wide to look at the battle, she notices that the creature is receiving the final attack. The White Wolf is chewing on its remaining skull, pulling with surreal strength, tearing at the skin and everything that held it around the neck. And with a fresh spurt of blood,

Valerie said, placing her wet palm into her head and acting as if she were suffering from a headache. “You are Zhilux Vociferious, The Empress of the biggest and most influential empire in all of Somorah,” the lady easily persuaded and worried Valerie. ‘Zhilux’ ‘Zhilux...’ ‘My Empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’

He was right. Shadow Pack's territory sat deep within mist-covered mountains. Along its cliffs grew a rare herb that only bloomed under a full moon. Its glowing blue roots had powerful healing and calming effects for wolves -an herb nearly impossible to find outside our lands. Inside me, my wolf, Liliane, stirred. "You're no longer the Omega who used to flinch at an Alpha's growl. Go back. If anyone who once hurt you tries again—I'll tear them apart." She was right. I wasn't that weak Omega anymore. I didn't even know how to define my current rank. My Liliane was a Whit Wolf-a rare wolf beyond the pack's rarchy.

“When she came in today, limping, there was blood on her sleeve. She looked up at me, and one of her contacts must have come out because that’s when I saw her real eye colour.” “As soon as she got Violet settled, she came to me and told me. That’s when we called you. We know there is only one family line with those eyes.” Vitaly said. “We can’t thank you enough for bringing the Printzessa back to our family,” Adrien said. “She will be looked after the way she always should have been from now on. You both will also be protected. We owe you for bringing her back to us.” “So, she is definitely the White Dove?” Miranda asked.

Mayra looked at me with a helpless and worried gaze while giving that glass to me. “My mother told me what happened to your birth mother before she died, Maddie. Ava Whitelock wasn’t an ordinary werewolf. She was a white wolf mated with the midnight black wolf. According to our ancient scriptures, the pup born from a white wolf and a midnight black wolf is called a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, no matter the gender of the pup.” She paused and took a deep breath. The liquid was bitter, but I still drank it while listening to her explanation.

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

“And?” Silence. Then, his next words detonated. “Luca… she shifted.” Everything inside me shut the fuck down. For a second, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t think. I couldn’t have heard him right. She— No. She was human. She wasn’t— “Elijah,” I said, voice cold, slow, lethal. “Say that again.” A sharp breath on the other end. “She’s a White Wolf.” The world fucking stopped.

There were seven huge stones on cobblestones placed in a circular pattern with a white wolf in the center. "That is Selina," Bailey said behind me when I bent down to touch the mosaic. "The Moon Goddess." I glanced up. "The wolf?" She smiled. "It's her. When she takes her wolf form, it's a white wolf." I studied the figure, running my hand over the stone once more, committing the image to memory. "Have you seen her before?" "No one has in person." Bailey sighed. I stood and then followed her to sit at the edge of the cobblestones. "Then how do you know what she looks like?"

she states. " As you are aware, each white wolf has special abilities. There are four key powers that are very powerful, they are the elements of nature. These elements are Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. ” She explained it to us. “Very rare white wolves possess the main four powers of the elements. However, you both seem to possess more than one power of the elements. ” She proclaims. "But we don't even know what type of powers we possess, "I pointed out.