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?

that my wolf didn't 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 head, no random

her just as her ancestors did, because

and if having no wolf is the price to pay then I'd do it every time. I'd pick

it was hard to navigate the big void of not having a wolf had created, especially

to understand why they couldn't feel me in the pack bond, why I can't

we made it work, they helped me to make

heal pack members, deep down, makes me feel better about myself...makes me feel needed, that I have a valid place here. Dad ruled that the

form and how to shoot firearms. He has taught me all

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 hospital.

to any threat. For all intents and purposes; he was my wolf. The dull ache of my injuries wakes

worked quicker on werewolves because it compliments their wolf

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

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