White Night Fury Name の小説・ストーリー

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.

"I am not staying here long. You know that." He suddenly looked tired, almost drained. "What do you need to know again?" The look of resignation didn't fit any Alpha so I cast my eyes to the floor as I spoke. "What else can you tell me about them?" Emerett sighed. "The second group of rogues call themselves White ice." My brows furrowed. "White ice? That sounds oddly specific." Emerett laughed. "That is because it is." "They call themselves White Ice because their leader had white hair. His hair rivals the color of fresh snow and as if that wasn't enough, his wolf is a pure white wolf."

Rachel excitedly introduced me to the rest of the pack who had been away on a business trip and only just arrived back from what I had gathered. "Hello Luna, my name is Natasha." One of the girls exclaimed. She seemed nice as she went round the room telling me who everyone was. " And you?" I called out to the girl who was throwing daggers my way. She scowled and stared at the floor. I found this very disrespectful behaviour towards someone who was meant to be their future Luna and found myself snapping at the girl. "Is this how you treat your future Luna. Perhaps the alpha will have something to say about this." The room fell silent as the girl glared at me.

It did not come from a werewolf. It came from something far older. Far more powerful. And for the first time in eighteen years… It answered Ivy by name. “Aurelia…” The unfamiliar name echoed through her soul. Ivy’s eyes flew open. Silver replaced every trace of green. The room exploded with light. And the White Lycan… Finally began to awaken. To Be Continued…

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

And yet, the rain didn’t dare touch them. They emerged from the shadows like spirits of vengeance—silent, swift, and merciless. Cloaked in black from head to toe, they didn’t need introductions. They didn’t need mercy. They were the fire whispered about in the underworld’s darkest corners, the ghosts who killed without leaving a trace. They were "The Veyrix". Feared. Untouchable. Untraceable.

"White Claw? Seriously? Like the fizzy drink from the grocery stores?" Caleb rolled his eyes and sighed, though he had a small smile on his face. "Please, bear with the names of our pack, Elara. It's an ancient name based on the winter snow. That's the least we can do for ourselves to keep our history alive." Damon and Kate burst out laughing, and even Fenrir let out a short grunt that sounded like a chuckle. The whole awkward feeling completely vanished. ________ Ten minutes later, we were walking down the dirt path away from the cabins, leaving the White Claw pack behind. Fenrir had decided it was much better to travel on foot through the thick brush so the facility's surviving helicopters