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“Encourage her to speak to you.” White was the rarest wolf color, said to have descended from the very first werewolves. Powerful and resourceful, they cared for their families deeply. Their powers varied among their species, but none have been reported to be in the country. Grayson remembered reading that the regular white wolves were most common in the Arctic region to camouflage them in the snow. But the white wolves in Northern America had their color due to their magical abilities, making him wonder if Brianna got the color from migrant wolves or if she had any uncommon abilities.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

If I answered incorrectly, if I said something that contradicted what a real high-ranking wolf would know, George would have his proof. "It was a long time ago," I said carefully. "The details are a bit hazy." "Surely you remember something so significant?" "She was beautiful," Margaret cut in, trying to help. "A lovely gray coat, if I recall." My heart stopped. Gray was one of the most common colors for Omega wolves. High-ranking wolves in the Coming of Age ceremonies typically had darker, richer coats. Black, deep brown, silver shot through with gold. Gray was a giveaway. George's smile sharpened. "Gray? How... unusual for a family of your standing."

“Your wolf is different from most, isn’t she?” “Yes, she is. I always hide when I transformed so no one would see me.” My wolf’s fur is a dark steely gray. It’s a unique color that no one has. Gray wolves are never this dark. Being a lycan and having a dire wolf would explain my unique fur color, along with my parents and the others like us.

With that, Allen turned and walked back through the double doors to the offices. Amerie smiled at Everett and walked over to the wolf. It was as tall as her at the shoulder and stood with its front paws atop a rock. Its facial expression was alert yet calm. The placard in front of the animal stated that wolves had primarily been gone from the region for several decades, but there had been occasional sightings of gray wolves.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

I watched as their opponent, another group of wolves with dirty black furs started the fight and the gray wolf stays and keep his stance. As i watch i felt my heart began to pound faster and my skin began to sweat, i held my breath when the gray wolf is being attacked. But he is stronger and more powerful he could take two at a time. He jumps and clawed them then sinks his fangs on there necks, he never stops until the opponent lay lifeless on the ground.

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Devon blurted out between sobs. I placed a hand to my lips. The Gray Wolves Pack was a name that frightened the young female wolves in my father's pack. They had their own territory in the far east, but they were in some kind of agreement with my father. Since my father didn't belong to the Council or the Dark Circle, he needed the alliance of other packs for protection, so he had other ally packs outside of North Central that he was in alliance with. And the Gray Wolves Pack was one of them. They were cruel and ferocious.