Chapter Forty-Nine: Natala
Saturday
Ezekiel POV:
A beautiful icy white wolf with a blue hue in her fur, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen, stood not too far from us, howling to the moon. To say we were stunned would be an understatement. It was impossible! She was a majestic wolf; the last one to exist was over five hundred years ago, and on top of that, she bored the royal sigma on her chest: a half-moon.
Did that mean she was the Lycan king's sister? But she was a wolf, not a Lycan; what the f**k was happening?
"Natala," I heard the triplets and twins whisper out. The sound was so quiet that it could've been missed if I wasn't looking at them.
Natala?
Who was Natala?
"It's impossible. I checked. I checked for days." One of the triplets said. One would think he was mad, b
