My White Wolf - Completed (18+)

Chapter 7: A Brief History

Victor P.O.V

Her body was so beautiful to look at. The dampness and water droplets glistening off her curves under the low illumination from my bedside lamps, had Rex panting in my head. I closed my eyes and pushed him down. Thankfully, she had placed the towel around her when I opened my eyes again. The need for her was great, and my restraint was wavering, but I knew she wasn’t ready; we weren’t ready. She glided towards me with a small flush gracing her porcelain cheeks, her hair damp and slightly wavy from her shower. I pointed to the large sandwich and bowl of fruit that were sat on the bedside table; I was aware that I was staring at her as she moved around the bed to sit down and eat. The small moan of pleasure that left her lips at the taste of it had Rex clawing to get out again. How long was I going to be able to cope?

I moved around to the other side of the room and grabbed her another one of my t-shirts. I glanced back at her to watch her devouring the sandwich. I smiled, relieved that she had an appetite! I stalked back over to her and took the plate from her lap. I knelt down between her thighs and slipped her head through the top of the t-shirt. As her head appeared though the top, her eyes flashed up to meet mine; her eyes were captivating me, as I slowly pulled the top lower, allowing the towel beneath to unwrap, cherishing her dignity.

“You are so beautiful.”

She smiled another dazzling smile, and I handed back her plate. I rose from the floor and crawled onto the bed behind her. She turned, crossing her legs and placing the plate in her lap.

This was the most amazing moment in my life up to this point. Just having her relaxed and happy in my company. I stared at her while she ate her sandwich, and then watched her take the fruit from the bedside table to start picking on. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask her. So many things to try and understand. I needed to know what I could do to help her feel comfortable about staying here.

“Are you ok about staying here with me? What about your family? Your pack? Do they know where you are?”. She stiffened.

She looked up at me slowly as she mumbled her answers.

“I have no family. No pack. I don’t have anyone.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. She had no one? How was this possible?

“Are you a rogue?” I needed to know.

She sighed, and shrugged her shoulders.

“My family has never belonged to a pack, per se. I have always been on the run with my mother. It was always me and her. We were never cast out of anywhere. I was raised the same way she was.”

Ok, so she wasn’t always alone. I’m thankful for that. The thought of her being out there with no one to comfort her or help her made Rex whimper. Where was her mother now? I hesitated to ask, because I thought I already knew the answer. I stared into her eyes. The sadness was there; the pain, the loneliness. A feeling I knew all too well.

“How long has it been since….” She knew what I was asking.

“Just over a year. I had just turned 18. But I knew it was coming. We had been running for so long, it was bound to happen sooner or later. She prepared me for it. Taught me to fend for myself. She said I would always be alone.”

How could a mother teach her daughter that? Why would she? Rex and I felt betrayed. Every wolf is born to have a mate; the other half of a whole. I had been destined for her, the Goddess had chosen me to love her, to protect her. Her mother had taught her never to get close to anyone, including me! I could feel my fists clenching.

Suddenly, I felt her soft thin fingers envelop my hand, and sparks ignited. She was staring at me, almost as if she could sense my pain. Her eyes held a look of reassurance, and sympathy. She understood how I was feeling.

“My mother was always alone, to keep us safe. You’ve met my wolf. You must understand why?”

I stared at her, confusion clearly on my face.

“You’ve heard of the legend of the first wolf, right? You know she was the first child of the Moon Goddess?” I nodded in understanding.

“They were said to be beautiful. Pure white wo…….” I looked at her in realisation as the words left my lips.

She smiled at me.

I finally understood.

Elizabeth P.O.V

I smiled when it was clear he had placed the pieces together. He finally understood what I was trying to tell him. I felt I could trust him. The feelings we shared, I knew I was safe here with him. I let go of his hand and sat back on the bed. I placed the plates I had finished eating from back on the bedside table, and laid closer to him on the bed. I was close enough to revel in his scent; I breathed it in and Siana purred. The bed was so cosy and soft. I had never felt anything so comfortable in my life. I knew it wasn't the right time though, to tell him the whole truth. I would, one day.

I had spent my life sleeping in trees, suspended on their branches, or sleeping on rocks, or the cold hard forest floor. It was normal, so I never wanted for more. My mother would spend nights playing with my hair, telling me stories of the legendary white wolf, the first of our kind. The daughter of moonlight. She made me understand how special our bloodline was, and why we should always ensure that we are never captured. Previous white wolves had been captured and used to breed multiple pups. The pups would grow into beautiful, powerful offspring, ensuring a pack's dominance over other packs by using them to arrange marriages and control territories. Alpha and white wolf pups were something far greater than the pups of a white wolf and a rogue. To own one, was to own power.

Our wolves themselves were no stronger than most other werewolves, and were normally, if not always female; But, legend has it that a white wolf would produce one pup to end all wars. A wolf so strong, that to be in the presence of them, was to be blessed by the Goddess. This legend had been passed down for hundreds of years, and as of yet, we were still on the run.

We were the last white wolves. If we perished, it would be the end of our line; the end of the purest blood. To reduce the risk of being captured, a mother of a white wolf, would not live past the 18th birthday of her oldest offspring. I knew the day would come when my mother would leave me. All the stories and teachings still could not have prepared me for the moment I was left alone for the first time. She had no other pups other than me; she always said I was enough.

Not many of us ever meet our true mate. The Goddess has always chosen our paths before we are born. My mother had seduced a rogue just once to create me. I had never expected to meet mine.