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“Thank you, Sierra. She said very genuinely and I nodded once in response. This is the nicest werewolf lady I’ve ever met and I will stop at nothing to make her my absolute friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Xavier’s P.O.V “Don’t worry son, you’ll blend in with the kids easily,” Walter said as he tried holding in his laugh but after five seconds he was laughing hysterically. I just looked at him plain-faced. “C’mon Xavier, that was a little funny.” He said calming down and looking at me through the mirror. “Aha,” I said uninterested as I looked out the window.

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

I quickly grabbed my bag, but Walter grabbed it for me first. Slowly, he turned his face towards me, and whispered, “Mate.” At that moment,I felt a connection I had never experienced before. I couldn’t believe that from all werewolves I was his MATE He was 20 years old, his eyes were the color of the ocean on a clear day—crystal blue, deep, and inviting.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

He’s attacking no matter what I say. I slump against my pillows, resisting the pull of sleep. Vanda emerges from the bathroom, already changing into his clothes. He glances at me and sighs as he steps into the closet. “Sleep a few more hours,” he says from out of sight. I pull my knees to my chest. “I can’t.” "You can, Elena. Just lie down. I'll be back before you know it." "Alpha Walter isn't older like Alpha Kane was—does he fight with his warriors?"

“Philip, it’s too awful of you. You’ve been away from Dragon Warriors for so many years and didn’t even visit us once.” Josh hammered Philip’s chest and said, “Not bad, your bones are quite strong and didn’t deteriorate.” Philip smiled and said, “Why was the teacher willing to send you over this time?” Another short man with a crew cut said with a smirk, “Brother, you know very well the teacher likes you the most. After hearing that you’re having trouble here, he told us to get here as soon as possible.” The guy who spoke was called Curtis White, codename White Wolf. As his name suggested, he was very handsome and tough. His skin was fair, just like a sheep among a pack of wolves.

He opened his mouth, but I drew another deep breath and continued with, “And maybe give a guy some warning his warlock’s a fucking psychopath! What the hell did he do to me? Please tell me he’s in custody right now.” The scowl went nuclear. “He said the same thing about you! What the hell did he do to you?” MacKenna raised an eyebrow, and his hands clenched as if his claws wanted to make an appearance. His eyes already had a faint golden glow, a definite warning. “You blacked both Walter’s eyes and broke his nose and his cheekbone, Castelli. He had to knock you out so you didn’t beat him to death.” I stared at him, my own fingers twitching, my eyes warming with their own glow. My gums itched

Then he looked down at Walter whose complexion was turning paler by the minute. “Walter, son. Calm down. Don't overthink. You're confused and I can feel your thoughts overriding,” he said gently to the young man. Walter took a deep breath then palmed his face with both hands. “I don't believe I'm... I can't be fully wolf. My father is human. My mother had me for him. I'm a—” he paused and grimaced over the word he was going to use. “I'm a halfie.”

A round object sat on the floor like a stunned animal. I bent, grabbed it, and froze, it was a wig, I lifted it slowly. My heart sank into silence. Because the person staring back at me… didn’t have short dark hair anymore. Long, silky white strands cascaded down his shoulders, natural, shining, ethereal. His features shifted instantly, softer, sharper… breathtaking, not boyish, but feminine now. Standing before me now, was someone who looks like the White Wolf, the legendary Wolf, The one in my Mom's painting...