The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 66

Sixty-Six: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Natalie pulled my shirt on quickly when we got back to the car, and I shielded her back as all of my men were staring. They weren't trying to get a look at her skin, I knew that. They were transfixed by seeing her wolf.

Lycans were normally double the size of regular werewolves when we were in our full beast form. Yet, Natalie was just as large. It was also her pure white fur that made everyone stop and turn. They didn't exist that we knew of. The closest we had to her coloring was the wolves that lived up in the snow regions. But even they had spots of grey.

Natalie was the most stunning wolf I had ever seen, and they agreed. If it weren't for that and the immense amount of power she was putting off, I would have been livid that they had watched her slip into my shirt.

But even I was a little star-struck. I was proud as hell. My mate was a descendant of the moon goddess. She was strong, powerful, and...

My eyes traveled over her face as we began the journey home.

In Shock. She was in shock.

Her lips were parted, and her eyes were wider than normal. They were glossy and barely blinking as she stared ahead at the back of the passenger seat. Her skin was pale and sickly, the blood had been drained from her face, and her hands were clasped in her lap above her thighs.

’You did wonderful, my mate." I leaned over and whispered, my lips brushing against her ear softly. She took in a deep breath before turning to face me. I had expected to see water lining her eyes, or for her lip to quiver.

But the lack of emotion there had me even more worried.

She was lost in thought, thoughts I couldn't even begin to guess as her blank stare looked right through me. ' When can I start training in my fur?"

everything she could have asked or said, that was at

hurt in her eyes. She had already lost her mother and father. To find out that she still

first saw her, I was taken by her. But it was the power radiating off her that had me floored. ’The amount of power in The

Selene. That was how the witch had put

Natalie getting her fur color from her. Since she had jet-black hair, I had to assume that she

into my wolf." She mumbled, closing her eyes and letting her head rest

reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap, my thumb moving back and forth

The empty glaze was gone, but so was the hurt. She looked torn, but the faint smile on her lips made my

but snapped it closed just as quickly as the vehicle came to a stop. The gate of the city

to push her into anything more when she was already so exhausted and more than likely overwhelmed. But I couldn't deny our people their happiness and wanted to ask her

up to me, I would have had us driven right up to the door of our home where she could relax and

she glanced

the car, ignoring the early morning nip in the air as the sun was just starting to rise. The pack was quickly lining up on the streets, each person sported a large smile as they woke on

in front of her to block others from catching an eyeful of my naked mate beneath my shirt. I knew they didn't mind, but I was positive Natalie would have. She had the power of a Goddess but the confidence and modesty

moment for her to shift, and I followed behind her, transforming into my

even some of theirs. Her pure, snow-white fur was truly a sight to see, and I had never been witness to a more

was in tune with yet, that radiated off her. As we took off at

their

my mate as I felt and watched as her mood dramatically improved. The pack had always accepted her, but the open celebration of her

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