Novel & Cerita Who Is The White Fang Of The Leaf

Closing his eyes he starts again. “The Red Fang territory is basically a box surrounded on four sides by other packs. White Fang is to the east, White Moon is to the north, Red Moon is to the west and Crescent Moon to our south. We’re already allied with White Fang and White Moon packs. They are the ones in charge of our warrior training. Red Moon hates us and actually sold off some of their land to create a buffer between us and them but that didn’t keep dad from trying to get a betrothal out of them. It took nearly a year before dad gave up trying to ally with those who hate us and started talking to the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. They have a huge territory, an impressive warrior pro

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

I ignored his questions and continued. "According to him, he's starting with Ember Moon before he goes on to other packs of this region. And that's why I've called each of you here because this war doesn't belong to Ember Moon alone. If they win here, what are the odds that they won't win against any of you?” “This story of yours is hard to believe," the hairy alpha spoke. I turned to him, wearing an ‘I’m-not-familiar’ look on my face. "I'm sorry, we're supposed to have introduced ourselves," I said without a smile. “I'm Aries, otherwise known as the White Wolf. And you are?”

Oh no. I have to either wage a war, or file a formal complaint for them to return my wife without any noise. I want to do the latter. Leon is a sound and rational Alpha. He doesn’t want his people hurt. He doesn’t want a war. But if that doesn’t work, all the pack will know is that their sick Luna and Alpha heirs were taken and are being held by another pack. Particularly the most fearsome pack in the northern United States… White Fang pack, led by the previous Alpha, was unforgiving. But now that Leon is the Alpha, and all of the deals are made and peace has been brought everything is so quiet. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to waste their time and valuable resources defending my wife and Luna

The white wolf with silver eyes. What did it mean? Hours later, I went to the temple and headed straight for the back. The sacred Blood Oak stood there, or what remained of it. Every leaf had turned brown, curled inward. Cracks split the trunk. Dead leaves littered the ground. The heart of Wildfang’s spiritual center was dying, strangled from within. “Riven?” Athena rushed toward me. Dirt streaked her white robes. She lifted her hands as if to embrace me, then stopped.

From the shadows, the chosen opponent stepped forward. It was not a stranger. It was Elder Marros, the Wolf of Ashen Fang, scarred by decades of battle, his fur streaked with gray though his body remained unbroken. He was not merely an Elder of counsel but one of the last who had bled in the wars of the old tribes, and when he shifted into his wolf form, massive and thick with power, the Pack drew in a collective breath of awe and terror. His muzzle bore the mark of fire, his left eye clouded but unblinking, and his growl vibrated through the soil beneath Fenric’s feet.

He does not realize the danger of being a white wolf. " Yes, you are right." She took her feet off the table and straightened up her posture. " Mercedes is the descendant of the legendary white wolf. I can dare say she is the only one of her kind." Speaking of his mate, Felix's attention was fully caught and he was attentively listening. A playful Alexa is annoying, but a serious Alexa has something important to say. That is what Felix learned over the years of knowing her. And right now the important matter regarded his mate.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

I saw she has something to hide. Gamma Samuel got really angry and decided to talk about everything he knows about her. This includes her causing a misunderstanding between our Pack and the white fang Pack where she comes from. “Do you remember the war that almost happened between White fang Pack and us?” Gamma Samuel asked. “Yes, the abduction of a certain Leah.” I answered.

My eyes raised to catch who has teared them down but seeing the wolf standing in the middle, throwing, biting and kicking rogues, the one I have never seen in my pack, hell I never knew this wolf existed. ‘Who is this wolf, Alpha?’ I heard Ethan’s astonished voice; we all were shocked to see a single wolf handling these giant rogue wolves effortlessly. I didn’t tell him I am also curious to know who this white wolf is, such pure white fur, my whole life I have not seen any complete white wolf until today.