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I hated losing any Wolf, but the events of today needed to happen. I waited until they removed her body from the room. And then focused on the remaining two men. The taller one had dirty blonde hair and glared at me in the same fashion as the female had. But he didn't have that rare special spark of loyalty she had. Still, he would be the more difficult one between the two to break.

“I can see everything—every pore, every hair… heavens, do you ever shave?” “Excuse me?” I glare at her, appalled. “Don’t act like you’re Miss Hygiene. You roll in dirt for fun.” “Dude, I’m a wolf. Dirt sticks to fur!” she protests, voice rising in my head. I flip her off, smirking. “And why were you in the muck?” She lunges forward, snarling back, but Drake’s low growl slices through the air, silencing both of us. “What?” we answer in sync, eyes narrowing.

She looks relieved at my suggestion and quickly walks around the tree. I am less reserved and simply strip off and shift into my blonde wolf. My wolf is big, not as big as Matt’s but comparable. We were a great team in a fight and often were the largest wolves around. As Rosie’s wolf tentatively stepped out, I was blown away by her beauty. She was also a blonde wolf. It was rare to see a female blonde wolf. To see her in that form, indicated she was strong. She was larger than the average female wolf. Surprising given the abuse she withstood growing up.

Jackson found a seat near the front right as the first wolf was tugged forward by the leash. He held back a scowl when the wolf stumbled into the steps and nearly fell. The wolf had greasy hair that might have been blonde once, before the filth coated the strands. It wasn’t near as matted as C36M657’s though. If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile.

But unlike my wolf, this one does not have fur covering most of her body. As I approach them, I notice that the blonde is talking. “Well, you’re welcome to try and find me. I doubt you would want to be alone. If you don't believe us then why did you ask us? Oh yeah, because we were there, weren't we? We saw the whole thing.” The blonde says angrily. She crosses her arms over her chest and sticks out her tongue. The short, gray wolf sighs exasperatedly, “What else are you saying? Do you remember the attack? Of course I remember.” The wolf grumbles, shaking his big head as he runs a paw through his dark, wavy hair.

"The child-" Even at thirteen, I could sense the tension in the room, alpha clasped his hands behind him “Has white hair "Alpha Brown cuts in "Of course, she's a white wolf” More often than not, we carry the same color of the hair on our skin when we go wolf or at least a shade or two darker or lighter, give or take. Not sure what's going on at the moment, I tighten the blanket around me as my parents turn towards the intruding male who blinked “Oh, right, of course. Her eyes though…” he trailed off peering at me.

“She’s got to be around here somewhere. Fan out and search for her." Splitting up, we looked for a trail. I crossed the river and looked to the other side. I walked into a clearing and saw a Beautiful Wolf with violet eyes and her white fur shimmered purple then white in the breeze. She had a black full moon on her right shoulder. “Mine.” Vilkas yelled again as she glared in our direction and ran. "Yeah, I get it. You don't need to repeat yourself." "Just trying to get through your thick skull." he retorted grumpily.

I couldn't wait to learn more. The thick sound of a throat clearing broke the silence and the ranks of the Gaius pack parted, a wolf much taller than the others stepping forward. His hair was cut short, with more length on top of his head. It was a brilliant blonde, shining in the sunlight between the trees. It was lighter on top, darker at the roots. It was so brilliant it almost looked alive. He had the smallest amount of stubble on his sharp jaw, like he hadn't shaved during his journey. His shoulders were strong, I could tell as much from the way they filled out his dark grey shirt.