Chasing the White Wolf

Love, Family & MY “FEARLESS” SECOND ACT III

Beta Boris and soon to be Alpha Hudson came to see me every three months to ask me to come home. I told them I'd rather rock out in jail than ever let him touch me.

During the last four years, I have trained to become an excellent marksman. I am an excellent warrior fighter. My ex-trainer, Scott, thinks I should try out for a Gamma position in a pack. I'm that good.

I did obtain my high school diploma early. Also, I took tax preparation and stock market courses.

I discovered that I am from a very strong and rare bloodline. I happen to be the last white wolf from a royal bloodline. All the royals in North America were either murdered or they went into hiding due to jealousy and betrayal. My white wolf's topaz eye color is all the proof I need of my royal bloodline. My wolf and I have the same blue eyes.

Secondly, I am not just a regular wolf as I thought. I am a rare Zeta wolf. Zeta wolves are better than Betas. They are highly sought-after breeders for Alphas. They started to be hunted and enslaved as breeders, so the Moon Goddess took away our numbers. She made it easier for us to hide in plain sight. Zetas are born into the world once every thirty-three years due to the harsh mistreatment of Zeta wolves.

I am a Zeta Wolf, the kind of breed gifted by the Moon Goddess with unusual intelligence and speed superior to a Beta. My speed and agility can even be compared to that of an Alpha. Most Zetas are successful because of their superhuman intelligence and strong senses.

Zetas are better than Betas and other lower rank werewolves because they are coveted for their heightened mental-link abilities and enhanced danger sense, which are stronger than the Alpha Werewolf. Which means I can mindlink any wolf from any pack or even a rogue.

Zetas have accelerated healing abilities. They heal the quickest from most injuries, almost at the level of an Alpha. To top it off, they have an immune system that can fight off wolfsbane poisoning and almost all diseases except the common cold.

So, I don't need to be Hudson's Luna to obtain wealth and power. I can achieve it on my own merit. All I need to do is to use all my Zeta abilities to my maximum capacity.

I certainly don't intend to end up as some Alpha's breeder. I would die before I let different alphas use my body for their pleasure and as their breeding machine.

I am lucky, for now, most Alphas and Betas have never seen a white wolf, especially one with Topaz eyes, and they have never encountered Zeta wolves.

Due to the fact that I am an African -American female, most think I am wearing contacts.

I harnessed all my anger into my training. I am great at hand-to-hand combat, too. Warden Tucker Johnson and all the guards know about my situation with Alpha Hudson and feel sorry for me. They discovered my royal bloodline as well, when I shifted for the first time in a training session. That's also when my wolf Topaz clued me in to our big secret.

So, to summarize my royal bloodline, my Zeta wolf and the fact I am a natural-born warrior makes me the perfect Luna or Breeder.

I don't intend to be either; I don't even know if I want a second chance mate. I just want to enjoy my freedom for a while without having to look over my shoulder.

I did make three great friends while locked up named Shelly, Trina and Holly. My girls are the only ones that know I am a Zeta wolf. They promised to never reveal my true identity to others. I am a master at downplaying my strengths and abilities to others. Plus, I plan to rarely expose my wolf to crowds. I plan to be very selective about who gets to see Topaz.

Holly doesn't get released for another year because she got caught having s*x with one of the guards.

Shelly is on another bus heading to the Black Mantle Pack in Montana. Shelly was like are there any black folks in Montana; I just laughed. She is excited to be free, and we plan to meet up soon. She is good at accounting. They had a job opening in that Pack and was willing to take in a reformed juvenile delinquent.

They had an opening for a warrior and a childcare worker in the pack's day care at the Black Furries Pack. So, Trina and I are on the bus headed there now.

Once, I was informed of my early release for good behavior and informed my ex-mate couldn’t block it by the Parole Board. I had to wait another three days as he tried everything to get me sent back to his pack. Warden Tucker Johnson called in a few favors got me sent to the Black Flurries Pack, instead.

I have been blessed enough to keep everything I originally left my old pack with.

Even my attorney, Kenneth Brunson, came to visit me and to make sure I was good as well as to inform me that upon my release I would be a very wealthy heiress. He also made sure to evict my stepfamily and guaranteed they would never receive another penny. He sold the house for me. I knew I was never going back to that pack and would prefer the money growing interest in my bank account.

I had iron-clad wills to protect me. As I am sure you already figured out, Alpha Hudson never married Carla. My step family left the pack six months after I was sentenced penniless. No one knows where they ended up.

We had been on this bus for a couple of hours now. When I noticed Ms. Mary and Mrs. Bertha in a deep and heated conversation upfront on the bus. Trina was asleep on my shoulder.

I dozed off and woke up an hour later with Ms. Mary and Ms. Bertha announcing, “We have pulled over for a quick bathroom break! Don’t get lost! Or you will be left! We are on a tight-time schedule! Grab a snack! Be back in fifteen minutes!”

They signaled for me and Trina to stay on the bus.

Once everyone was gone, they informed me that my ex- mate had traded a pack warrior for me. I’m now expected to return to his pack.

Ms. Mary took a deep breath and said,” These packs that we give you…. Girls …. are optional! They aren’t mandatory! No one by law will come looking for you if you don’t go! You have served your debt to the community!”