All Chapters of Don't Wake The White Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Gwen POV: Ping. Ping. Ping.The notifications from the I*******m app chimed continuously, steady and cold like the metronome of a death sentence. The violent vibrations from the old phone, its screen shattered within my palm, left my fingers completely numb. I didn’t dare unlock the device, yet the brief previews on the lock screen still mercilessly slashed directly into my eyes."Look at how a total mess she is, a literal toad daydreaming of swan meat.""As if Lucas would ever spare a glance for a girl like that. The biggest joke of the year at Blackwood Academy right here!"Trembling, I pressed and held the power button, forcing the phone to shut down completely. The blackened screen returned a simulated silence, but those derogatory words had already managed to embed themselves deep within my brain, clawing my last shred of self-respect into ragged pieces. The wind from the loose glass window of the late-night bus rushed in, freezing cold. I cowered in the back row, pulling the hoo

Rip.Decisively, I yanked the hem of my rain-soaked black shirt, tearing it into a long strip of cloth to bind the deep claw mark on my flank. The stinging ache failed to make my brows knit even once. Five Rogue wolves lay motionless at my feet, their blood mingling with the rainwater to form dark crimson puddles. This trash had actually dared to venture into my hiding spot to cause trouble, forcing me to personally track their scent and eliminate them over the past three days in this abandoned industrial zone. Thanks to the encrypted signal and undercover arrangements from my older brother, the Alliance’s cleanup crew would soon arrive to sweep the scene. The trash thought they could ambush me? Laughable.I leaned my back against the brick wall, allowing my body’s accelerated healing rate to close up the wound. Suddenly, my hyper-acute hearing picked up a chaotic jumble of sounds from the rocky slope not far away: the cursing of human males, the clicking of a switchblade, and the desp

The LED headlights of the final patrol car swept a long beam across the decaying brick wall. After hours of lockdown and sweeping the area under the torrential storm, the engine's roar finally dwindled and dissolved into the early morning quiet.I exhaled a shallow breath, loosening my grip, though my broad back remained pressed tightly against the blind spot of the ruined warehouse wall. Looking down, the petite girl carrying that anomalous energy was still unconscious in my arms, her body freezing cold and drenched.Her heart rate was beginning to quicken. Her slender brows were knitted tight, and her fingertips twitched slightly—a sign that her consciousness was returning after the energy overload.I stared at her shoulders, which were trembling violently from the cold. The primal wolf within me remained on high alert against the faint, grayish-blue energy flickering beneath her skin, yet it simultaneously urged me to observe her closer. A warrior could be cold-blooded toward an en