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“You tell me, Allison because for once I’m completely lost. I’m short of words here. And you know the worst part? You are not just an ordinary Lycan. You are a white Lycan. Do you know who has a white Lycan wolf?” he asked me in a dramatic tone, taking a pause to smile at me dramatically. “The king, Allison. Only Lycan Royalties have white Lycan wolves. So how do we explain that?

And soon, people started to chatter like she hadn't just said something. Lena didn't seem moved by any of it. She stood confident and her white hair blew with the breeze. The white wolf. Her hair. Wait. Fuck! So she hadn't dyed it like we all thought? It was a thing common to white wolves for their hair color to transform to White. A characteristic anyone would have ignored but not me. I had read enough about them to know that she was saying the truth. She threw off her jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Her cargo pants came next and people stopped talking as they watched her strip. Trevor's father seemed to be waiting for her to do something drastic.

And it's why I will willingly serve this man in any way he asks me. “You have a way of inspiring loyalty, Wade,” I say, tilting my head. His beta scoffs and shakes his head in an agreeing motion. “So I keep being told,” Wade says, I can see the human side of him, making him doubt his abilities — he fights his own battles. Which only makes me respect him more. “Why are your wolves white?” Francis says breaking into the conversation no doubt saving his Alpha from the compliments he clearly doesn't find comfortable. “The other ultima’s were various colors. He was almost completely black, and you were gray…”

"But somehow, it worked. You adapted and grew stronger. You even got your wolf, though it is not unheard of, but like I said, it's rare, and you could imagine our surprise when you shifted and your wolf was white ... that was the only confirmation needed to shut down the murmurs from the pack elders. We suspected that there was something dormant in your bloodline or that it was the moon goddess blessing you." Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I sink deeper into the ice water. "White wofl?" "Yes, white wolf. Black wolves are mainly for alphas, brown for betas, and grey for gammas. The white wolf, though rarely seen, is attributed to the very first wolf ancestry, which is why it's beli

he said to her. "And you have brown," she answered back. "Blue eyes are rare," Hade argued back. "Yeah, and so are white-haired people but you have an entire clan of them and a seat holder in the Council," she said. Hade couldn't help but chuckle. The Whitlocks, headed by Councilman Cornelius Whitlock, is famous for the white hair all over their bodies and very pale skin. Some people call them the last Albinos. They were supposed to be extinct from the last Death Wave, but they miraculously emerged in this country.

“I think we’re all in agreement that we need to keep this quiet for now. From what the witch elders have told me, Arla already has a target on her back as a white witch; there are many dark witches who want her power and even light witches who would love to exploit her for their own gain. Likewise, the werewolf community has a history of hunting and manipulating gifted wolves.” He paused, leaning back, feeling like the weight of the world was sitting on his shoulders. He cast a serious look at Drew. “We need a plan, man.” “As long as we keep quiet about the white wolf thing, how will anyone know?” “Idiot. Remind me why I made you my Beta? She’s a white wolf. People will know she’s a white wo

she explains while pacing. She observes my wolf form like I am a science project. I look down at my hands before closing my eyes, and my color surprises me. Gunnar said all wolves are black....but I'm white. I shift back while panting. Shifting back is more challenging. Being able to reign the primal animal back will take training. I look up at Hilda, and I know she sees my unspoken question. "Apparently, you are Royal. Only royals are white. You .....also have additional abilities. That's how you saved your friend," she explains, looking around again.

He was either hunting for stones or wood to build with. "I see" I nodded withholding myself from nosing up in his business. "How are you certain then that this is a white wolf? They were all wiped out" I say cunningly "You really doubt me, don't you?" He asked "I don't completely believe you, and if that translates to doubt then, Yes " I replied staring further at the picture. It was a wolf but she wasn't white. It was a grey hound breed and I knew it was Aunt Jasmine. What business could they possibly have with Stones and Sons? I wondered

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

I thought I will see Dwyane once we entered the room, but I was wrong. The only thing inside this room is a table full of papers on it, air conditioner, water dispenser, and some shelves. I though this is the room where they leave Dwyane but there is something that caught my attention. There is a white door on the left side of the room. PO2 Lopez walks to it and then knocks. Another police man opened the door from the inside. Wow. Amazing. There is another room in this room.