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?

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 shifting at the most inconvenient

ever one white wolf in existence at one time. That hers came to her just as her ancestors did, because her mother had died before she came of age. No previous daughter

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

the big void of not having a wolf had created, especially

couldn't feel me in the pack bond, why I can't be contacted through the

made it work, they helped me to make

Jaxon and Jace threw themselves into their alpha training, I threw myself into weapons practice and working at the hospital. Maybe helping to 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 details of

made me learn to fight in my skin form and how

Rosa and Uncle Jude know, Dad and Mum trust them explicitly. Maya knows, because she is my best friend and also the entire members of Clear Waters pack...meaning George 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 hospital. Doctor Abel taking me under his wing has

a wolf...was it the end of the world. Lobo was my wolf. His sharp 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 sit up, tossing the bedcovers off me to inspect my

weren't too 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,

my head before climbing out of the bed. It