Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0312

- Josie -

I knew I was the daughter of a white wolf.

Mum didn't once attempt to cover up her special features to us as children, she would let us sit on her white wolf when we were small, cover her with gooey mud during the rain and play hide and seek in the snow.

The pack never made a thing of her being a different colour, a massive contrast to their browns, blacks and on occasions...some are sandy brown.

I only have happy memories from my childhood and not having a wolf doesn't change that.

But when my brother's wolves came in during our teenage years, I started to ask questions. Where was my wolf, when would I get mine like my brothers?

appear. There was that hope... that she had been delayed but I knew better. There was no build up like my brother's experienced...no strange voice in my

one time. That hers came to her just as her ancestors did, because her mother had died before she came of age.

my life, she is my world and if having no wolf is the price to pay then

hard to navigate the big void of not having a wolf had created, especially when I live in a pack and am the only

why they couldn't feel me

made it work, they helped me

feel needed, that I have a valid place here. Dad ruled that the details of me not having a wolf should never exit the pack, that others might use it to

made me train, he made me learn to fight in my skin form and how to shoot firearms. He has

as well. They were Mum's pack and somehow just knew. When my family and pack were on pack runs, I was exercising in my cabin in the woods or working at the

eyes scan out into the darkness, his ears perk up at the most minuscule of noises, he was as primal, just as lethal to any threat. For all intents and purposes; he was my wolf. The dull ache of my injuries wakes me, the medicine Doctor Abel had lathered on me having now worn off. Waking up with a pained groan I slowly

bad...there was bruising still and the cuts had scabbed over. My herbal ointment worked quicker on werewolves because it compliments their wolf healing levels,

reach for a my fluffy jumper, pulling it over my head before climbing out of the bed. It was early, too early...Jaxon