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The wind blew around her majestic fur as her gaze watched my approach. I stalked slowly, hoping the white wolf would remember her mate. She stayed unmoving as I climbed the rocky hill. She was so beautiful that my heart clenched, and my blood burned. Her muzzle reached for mine, and we entwined our necks, breathing in each other’s scent: sweet freesia and bay leaves. I wrapped my wolf around her, and she cuddled back. I was content to be in her presence and drink in her essence—my Esmerelda.

Alexi – “I am a failure, Auntie Selene. I am not strong, and I didn’t kill William. If I had turned myself in to King William and let him have me, then maybe all these deaths would not have occurred. In my youth, I always won, but now I am losing this battle. I am a failure and I have let everyone down.” Selene – “B.S. It was only to prevent you from fulfilling the prophecy and using your magic for his own vengeful ambitions that King William wanted to keep you from fulfilling the prophecy. Since wolves murdered his twin sister, William has been killing wolves in vengeance. His goal is to eliminate all wolf species, so my dear, you have nothing to do with the deaths. My next step is to clean

What? “You knew?” she asked, stunned. Alexia nodded furiously. “In my dreams. Remember? I told you. I was always in the forest, and I could run so fast. And there was this big white wolf watching me sometimes. I wasn’t scared though. I was just... waiting.” My throat tightened. “That wolf was real. That was your wolf. Part of you. The dreams? They were your instincts. Your body remembering something it hasn’t done yet.”

“That was then. You are mine now, not some jerk who doesn't seem to care about you. Someone like you should not be associated with trash, who doesn't even know how to rule over a pack like him. He's not worth it.” Exalia is a white wolf, a werewolf known in the legends to be an overpowered species of werewolves. Someone like Jake is not worthy of her. “Let go, bastard!” She started wriggling, trying to break free, as her body tensed in fury. “Stay still.” I ordered coldly, but she struggled even harder. In a moment of frustration, I brought my hand down sharply, and delivered a loud smack to that part of her body, and she froze instantly.

she poked Kylie's chest "lover would hang on to forgotten memories." Kylie scoffed "You think you're something, don't you? Walking around the place with your head held high, thinking you are someone important because they call you The White Wolf. Logan will use you and toss you aside like you're nothing, trust me. You might think you're one of us now, but you are nothing but an outsider." Aella knew that Kylie had a thing for the alpha. She should have known since that last encounter she had with the woman. But she wasn't one to tremble in fear before another person. She wasn't brought up that way. "Oh, haven't you heard?" She countered.

It was time I stopped asking so many questions and started finding answers. I flipped through the pages of the book, seeing if I could find any more useful information. Skimming through as much as I could I found something that piqued my interest. ‘When you can no longer connect with your wolf…’ Finally, maybe I can understand what was going on with Alexia.

Each wolf present in the warehouse had gotten kicked out of their packs or were survivors from rogue attacks with nowhere to go. Sienna had used that to her advantage; reassuring the wolves of a territory of their own and revenge on those who did nothing to help them. The wolves were encouraged by this, determined to carry out whatever plan their helper brings forward which unknown to them was a plan of pure greed and selfishness. A phone rang out in the warehouse, causing the man moving among the training wolves pause his steps. “Keep training, I would be back” he barked out as he removed his phone from his pocket.

I felt Alexi gawking at me for a moment so I turned slightly to look at him. 'You're a white wolf Alexi?' "You're an Alpha my Luna." I shook my head slightly, unable to hold back my smile inside my mind, though you couldn't see it on Alanah I could tell she was smiling as well. 'Alexi. a white wolf.' 'Yeah, same as my mother was.' 'Not typical for a male to be a full white wolf, it's amazing.' 'Yeah, everyone was shocked, well except my mom.' 'Tell me more later, if we get out of here that is.'

The text beneath the illustration was old enough that half the words meant nothing to me, but Alaric read it slower, tracing the lines with one finger like he was translating as he went. “Before there were packs, there was one wolf who needed none. She rose when kingdoms bled and crowns fell, not born but remembered, wearing new skin over old bones each time the world required her again.” He stopped. Swallowed. Kept going. “They called her…” He didn’t finish it either. I leaned over his shoulder and read the rest myself, the two words sitting right there in old, faded ink, plain as anything. The White Wolf. Neither of us said it out loud. Not yet. Reading it hadn’t made it real, not complete

She held up the duvet to cover her upper part and she walked forward on her knee to move closer to the alphas who were still standing , looking at how changed Alexia had been. Alexia caught a grip of Michael's arm and pulled him closer but as soon as their skin met, she could feel an electric current running through her arms. She jerked her head up to meet the gazes of the alphas only for her to realize that her eyes bad started to illuminate. She suddenly felt very different, she felt as though she had increased only even if she hadn't. The alphas stepped back as they watched the changes that had begun to occur in Alexia. Alexia could hear how her bones began to make the screeching sounds.