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“I just have the feeling that I can. Lately, nothing normal has been happening with me. I’m also caught up in a puzzle like you said. I will do anything to try to find my real family, if they are still alive.” He pursed his lips for a second and nodded. “So, what do you know about me? You sound like you did a lot of research.” “Not a lot. I didn't actually do any research. I have a scroll in my possession; it would be better if you had it. I have also come to know that you are Diane White. She lived before. Diane White. She was a…a dangerous woman. She protected her pack from everything that attacked, Alphas, Vampires, even the witches couldn’t take her down. But she went rogue, almost killi

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

Harriet's tears flowed like a river, her sobs echoing through the halls, but Nevin just held her, his arms wrapped around her shaking shoulders. Then, out of nowhere, Harriet's tears stopped. She eyed Nevin with a mix of confusion and doubt. "Hold on, why does Zack have to have surgery? Why did you have to adopt Walter? "And how come Zack's kidney is a perfect match for Walter's?" Nevin's silence was deafening. Mom's mind was racing, her gut screaming without a single piece of proof. However, her instincts were scarily on point. "Really, Nevin Lloyd? Have you been honest with me?"

She hated this place. Not just for the cold — though the cold here wasn’t a thing that bit and then went away. It was a slow invasion, a thing that crept into her blood and made her wonder if her heart was still beating at the right speed. But worse than that was how the White erased the world. No color. No smell. No movement unless you made it yourself. The White didn’t just hide things. It made you question if they’d ever been real.

Inside my head, my wolf was silent at first. Then I felt it. He was crying. Not angry. Not fighting. Just… crying. Quiet, broken sounds that made my chest ache. “It’s not a big deal,” I said to him gently. He didn’t reply. He was just sad. Deeply sad. Like I had taken something precious from him. I reached the bottom of the mountain and walked to my car. Then I saw them. About twenty men with completely white eyes were walking up the path toward the old woman’s hut. They moved silently, like ghosts. They were clearly here to replace the ones I had killed earlier.

she spat out. That piqued his interest. “Why did they take Clarissa and her mother?” He questioned adjusting himself on the horse he had come on. “A witch came with them,” Yomen’s eyes bulged. “And suddenly a white wolf came out from her.” “Stop talking.” The girl went silent immediately, her lips quivering in fear. “A white wolf, you said. Tell me, did this wolf glow in the moonlight?” She nodded her head furiously. Yomen looked up at the moon. “Not only did I find out that the whistling coven is still alive, the white wolf has finally shown herself,” his lips twisted into a sick grin.

He knew it just as well as we did. “Nate…” “Why?” He asks me and I can see the unshed tears in his crystal eyes. “Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to her?” I brush the lone tear that managed to escape his eye and cup his cheek. “Because, we are white wolves.”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Before falling still. It was the man Chloe had shot that had fared the worst. His ribs had been completely pulled apart, the white of the bone poking through the sinew and flesh while the man’s insides slopped out of him now that there was nothing to hold them in place. Blood and flesh coated the ground and walls and began to drip onto the snow below the porch, turning the flawless white blanket into a bloody mess. One leg had been mangled into a bloody pulp. Yet despite the gore, there wasn’t a single drop on Chloe.