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This trip had brought him so many dangers that had filled his heart with fear. He would probably not recover from it even for an entire year. Rudy frowned, he knew what Grayson was planning on doing. He said in exasperation, "Don't be in such a hurry. Even though there's something wrong with Fane's head, what he said earlier is not wrong. "No matter what, a one-eyed frost wolf is still a wolf. Wolves are one of the best hunters in the wild. If it wants to kill someone, it will do everything it can to kill the person. It might still be waiting outside, waiting for us to leave this vessel.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

My mom, Justina's mom, and I were shocked when we saw her wolf. "Oh, my Goddes. I thought they were a myth," My mom said when she saw Justina's Wolf. "So did I, but I guess we were wrong," Justina's mom added. Justina's wolf was Golden with red eyes. There was a legend that the Golden Wolf would be the most powerful werewolf in the world. They were even more powerful than the White wolf, which was rare. There were only four known white wolves in the world. The Golden Wolf was the True leader of the Werewolf community, but no one believed in the Golden Wolf. I didn't know much about the Golden Wolf, but I did know that there was supposed to be one Golden Wolf born every five-hundred years.

"Why this wolf's favorite hobby is crying?" .......

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I have always been told that I am one of the finest brown wolf in the pack. Doing as he said, I shifted and was about to gloat about how good I looked. But I was taken aback at the dominance of Xander wolf. A big gray furred wolf with exceptionally bluish eyes. My breath hitched at the sight, he wasn't just good-looking in person. His wolf would make anyone wish to be a werewolf.

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

And not the fact that after that, he performed it. “They call me Mitrich,” the goblin wailed, coming up to me, reproachfully watching how I got up and dusted myself off. - In the old days, werewolves thought faster. Yes, and more agile were at times. Let's go, bitch! A wolfdog fell on my head! I did not have time to answer, as my wolf began to go crazy, in the truest sense of the word! I have no idea what came over her, but she began to joyfully jump around her clearing, attracting my attention.

After moving here, and living in Gayl, my whole family started to relax, and deal with our various problems easier. The Graycorts had trails all over the forest, and I’m positive that my family has added new ones during our time here. I was running on one of the trails, and caught the scent of the she-wolf who has been haunting me for the last two years. Soon, I saw a glimpse of her gold and gray fur as she sped past some trees after a squirrel. I let my tongue hang out in silent laughter. That poor squirrel doesn’t stand a chance against the beauty chasing it. But, then again, she doesn’t stand a chance against me when I chase her.

She started before Gray interrupted her directly. "When is the next one, grandma?" Gray reached for the mug of hot chocolate on the small table next to them and slurped the content loudly. "The next turn of the century will be in 3 years. Now, where was I?" Perla uttered with a warm smile. She knew there would be many more questions to answer along the way. "The Ice Wolf." He reminded her, pouring the last of the hot chocolate into his wide-open mouth and gurgling it before swallowing. "Oh yes, this rare white wolf is gifted with supernatural abilities that surpass us original werewolves."