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Call of the White wolf Fifteen
Logan quickly caught the white wolf before she fell to the ground. He lowered her gently and sat down on the ground, cradling her in his arms. He hadn't really wanted to hit her but she had tested his patience. His wolfish anger had overridden any affection for her at that moment. Sometimes, she had to be shut up like that.She was a really beautiful woman, he noticed. She looked much more peaceful like this without all the stubborn features etched into her face. Her tightly curled black hair surrounded her face like a perfect frame, making her look much gentler and childlike. The Goddess' had blessed him with a stunning mate.His eyes roamed her face, taking in her almost angelic expression. Her eyes, usually big and glaring, were closed peacefully, tiny web-like veins showing in the eyelids. Her nose usually turned up in a haughty expression looked small and pert.His eyes moved from her nose to her mouth and he found himself reacting to the sight of those lush, full lips. They were
Call of the White wolf Sixteen
The sound of birds chirping awoke Aella. She kept her eyes shut, smiling as she listened to the sounds of the birds. The sunlight that slanted over her eyelids made her think of the sunshine in the forest. She imagined she was on the forest bed, far away from Logan and his pack. I'm finally free from him, she thought.But when she turned over on the bed, what greeted her wasn't the rough hard ground of the woods but a strange softness. She opened her eyes abruptly and winced at the glare of the sunlight. Looking around, she realized that she wasn't in the forest but on a bed. All her imaginations about being in the woods were fake. Suddenly all the events that had happened to her came rushing back. She remembered how the alpha had caught up with her and tried to take her back, how she had deceived the alpha and tried to escape and how he had grabbed her hands. She remembered their fist fight too. Her hands still ached from the fight.Aella whimpered with tears as she realized that she
Call of the White wolf Seventeen
Logan's POVThe alpha stepped into the meeting room, where his beta and gamma, alongside all the head wolves, were sitting around a long table and waiting."Good morning, gentlemen. Apologies for my lateness."The men all stood up in greeting the Alpha. He walked over to the table and sat down, and all the wolves followed suit."We're happy to have you here, alpha." Aidan his gamma spoke up. "We were just discussing about the recent happenings in and around the pack's borders.""That is the main reason I called this meeting. We need to put a final stop to these killings of our subjects.""So, what do you suggest, Alpha?" Casper his beta asked."I suggest..." Logan paused and looked around the table. He knew that what he was about to suggest would cause a bit of uproar among the men."I suggest that we prepare for battle and go out to fight those wolves instead of waiting here and doing nothing as they slowly kill us.""But alpha, our numbers are largely depleted and we don't have the
Call of the White wolf Eighteen
"Aella, leave my hand please." Logan demanded. That single point of contact made him want to grab her and kiss her, hard. "Please, or I'll do something we'll both regret."Aella was mildly surprised at the alpha's begging as she had never seen him plead for anything since she met him. She released his hand and the alpha walked to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving her alone in the room.Immediately Logan shut the door of the bathroom, he walked to the bathroom sink and splashed water over his face in order to calm his nerves. Damn, he was so hard for her. Bringing her to his room was a terrible idea. But then, that was the only way he would be able to keep a watchful eye on her.She was so desirable, he thought. She looked like she was specifically sculpted for him. Her large brown eyes looked like they were made only to look at him in admiration. Her lips that were now going back to their red colour after being out of the cold, was full and plump, made for him to kiss alone. And
Call of the White wolf Nineteen
They stayed together in the room in silence. Logan had occupied the bed and Aella couldn't possibly join him there, so she resorted to sitting on the small chair by the window or pacing the room restlessly. At intervals, she went to the bathroom to wash the tension off her face, but it did little to ease her frayed nerves. Sitting in a room in silence for so many hours was slowly getting to her. She was a wild wolf, for crying out loud. She needed rich soil under her feet and the lush breeze in her hair. She needed nature around her. She needed to be free.Soon the sun set behind the curtained window of the room and the horn sounded for dinner time. Logan stood up and went to the door, opening it just an inch to whisper to the guards outside. Aella would have grabbed that opportunity to make another run for it but she was too tired from the pacing and the tension. She sat in silence as Logan looked back and asked her what she would like to have for dinner. When she didn't answer him,
Call of the White wolf Twenty
The next morning, Logan stood up from the bed and quickly showered and dressed. Aella was still asleep, her limbs splayed on the bed like a tired baby. He looked down at her fondly. She was so cute when she wasn't staring up at him with anger or defiance. She slept like she did not have any care in the world.He left the room, giving strict instructions to the guards not to let Aella out of their sight, then walked to the strategy room where he had held a meeting with the head wolves yesterday. The strategy room was empty as he had not scheduled any meetings. He only needed the peace and quiet of the room so as to make his own plans.However hard he tried to stop himself from thinking about Aella, he could not. He found his mind wandering to her at odd intervals. It was frustrating and annoying, and he wanted nothing more than a few precious moments to think and come up with plans.His wolf on the other hand wasn't having any of it. Several times it would speak up and remind him about
Call of the White wolf Twenty one
Aella had woken up in much worse spirits than Logan. She hadn't taken her bath or made any efforts to freshen up, and was instead pacing the room angrily and swearing under her breath.All the momentary passion that she had felt the night before had evaporated, leaving behind a sullen anger. It was as though it only took him to leave the room for a brief period of time before she could get angry again. Perhaps his very distracting body had made her lose focus throughout the night."How could he do this to me?! I'm his fucking mate!" She uttered angrily and balled her fists. She realised that her anger was reaching a dangerous level and paused for a moment to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair, trying to control herself.She could feel the anger turning into panic as she opened her eyes and tears fell from her cheeks. She felt trapped and claustrophobic. She knew that the people that were looking for her would catch up to her in no time if she spen
Call of the White wolf Twenty two
Logan walked out of the strategy room after his meeting with Casper. His heart was alive with happiness and he couldn't wait to see his mate again. He found himself smiling at the memory of her sleeping so carelessly on his bed. He realised that he wanted to always see her on his bed, right by him.His mind wandered to the killings again and his smile was deflated a little. He realised that whenever he thought of Aella, the killings also came to mind. It was as though they were closely related, and he couldn't help the nagging feeling that his mate and the killings were somehow connected.His mind suddenly went to his father and he decided to pay the old man a visit. He hadn't seen him since the time he had attempted to get some advice on what to do about the killings. So instead of turning left to his own wing, he went right, pausing at the door that led to his father's room.He opened the door and stepped into the gloominess of the room, waving away the dust that fluttered up to his
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Call of the White wolf 89
Everything was peaceful again.Logan stood at the border that separated his pack from bare land. He slowly looked around, taking in the scene of the battle that had happened so many months ago now. The sight was still as vivid as though it had happened just yesterday. He could still see the Rogue King and all his numbers standing mere meters from where he stood, the sounds of clashing metal and yelling men, so familiar and neverforgotten, the scent too, of blood and fear and adrenaline. Everything still looked and smelled and sounded the same, yet so much had changed since then.He sighed and looked up into the sky, raking his hand through his ponytail. It was almost springtime already; the whole forest reminded him of the change in season. The tree trunks dappled in the morning light and the shadow of the leaves on his face. Some of the trees were already bringing out leaves and flowers. The air smelled of over-ripe berries, fading blossoms, and a thousand or more flowers dazing hi
Call of the White wolf eighty eight
Logan screamed, and several things happened at once."Attack!" Casper yelled, and the whole of Logan's warriors roared and raced toward the Rogue King and his army. The rogue army equally chanted in a loud voice and beat their weapons against their shield, then ran at the oncoming warriors.Both armies met in the middle of the grassy land. The sound of their collision was terrible and harsh to the ears: the screeching of iron on iron as shields met, the barking and snarling of the frontline wolves as they tore at each other, the painful yells of dozens of Lycan warriors as they were stabbed or speared or torn apart to death.The bodies of Logan's gamma and the spy from the rogue pack were lost in the commotion. Logan barely had time to access the situation of the battle or go after the Rogue King. He had eyes only for his mate. He spotted her in the middle of the stampede, lying on the floor as her life seeped out of her body.He ran towards her after she slipped to the ground before
Call of the White wolf eighty seven
Logan dismounted from his stallion and walked forward to the edge of the border in preparation to meet the Rogue King. Every angle of his face was set in determination as he looked forward, the spring air caressing his regal face.Then suddenly, he spotted a speck of black coming forward from about a mile forward. The whole army behind him was so silent that the alpha could hear his beta breathing lightly beside him.Casper looked at his alpha. “Logan—” he said, then broke off, stiffening all over. A moment later Logan heard it too—a heavy, rhythmic pounding, and laid over that, a sound like several bonfires crackling. The speck grew and elongated little by little until it was a line of army, running towards Logan and his pack. It took the alpha several long moments to understand the noise.“The Rogue Army.” Casper whispered. Following his gaze, he saw them, coming closer and closer like a spreading shadow, the Rogue Wolf pack in all their numbers. There must have been hundreds of th
Call of the White wolf eighty six
Logan had been waiting for a long time.He was standing in the part of the woods that faced the border, with a hundred and fifty well-armed warriors. The whole forest was silent and tense, almost as though all the animals were joining in the wait for the arrival of the Rogue King.He had sent Casper ahead with a couple of other warriors to scan the land ahead and send word when they noticed the arrival of the Rogue King. He had told his beta to wave a red flag when coming to indicate that battle was near. So far it had been four hours since he sent Casper out, and he was feeling as harried and on edge as a father expecting his newborn child.He was seated on a white stallion, bred specially for the use of alphas in the pack. His hair was packed up in a man bun and he was dressed in black fighting gear. He had smeared black paint across both of his cheeks, as well as all the other warriors that stood behind him. He raised a hand and pulled at the tight material on his neck uncomfortabl
Call of the White wolf eighty five
Aella's dreams made no senseFirst, she was in the foyer of the pack house in Logan's pack, walking down the makeshift aisle that was meant for Louve. She looked sideways at the crowd of well-wishers and instead of the faces of Logan's pack members, she saw grins and sneers from the members of the Rogue Pack. She looked down and instead of a white dress, she was putting on a black one: lacy and tattered, like a Bride of Death. Someone was leading her by the arm, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her dad.Impossible, she had time to think before they got to the makeshift altar, where the Wolf Priest was waiting for the both of them. She heard low chants from the members of the Rogue Pack behind her but she paid little heed. All her attention was focused on her groom who was standing with his back to her, looking very much like Logan. Maybe this dream isn't so bad after all, she thought. But when the groom turned to her, she was staring not at Logan but at the face of the Rogu
Call of the White wolf eighty four
Logan and his gamma walked back to the pack house in relative silence. Several thoughts kept running through the alpha's mind. At least now, Aella's name would be cleared, albeit not completely. She would still be seen as a rogue wolf that was sent to spy on them, and the only reason Jesse was assigned the position of a spy in the pack was that Aella had failed at it by getting herself mated to him.Jesse was the last person he had expected to be the spy though. He stole a sideways look at the man as he dragged him forward by the collar. He was one of those silent, sidelines people, those you'd never know they were there until they spoke. Logan had seen a lot of himself in the man and had admired his knack for staying level-headed even in very tough situations. That was the very reason why he had made Jesse his Gamma.Logan's mind flashed back to when they had been younger. While Casper had been his best friend, Jesse had been that boy that sort of tagged along anytime they went on th
Call of the White wolf eighty three
Staring at Logan was the familiar face of Jesse, his Gamma."What the hell are you doing here? And hooded too?" Logan asked. There was a nagging, almost uncomfortable feeling about this situation, but he tried to push it off. Jesse's deep blue, almost black eyes that stared up into his were wide and full of everything suspicious. His eyes kept looking behind Logan's back as though he was expecting someone else to show up."Can you get off me, alpha?" Jesse said, squirming uncomfortably. Logan stood up with a grunt and even stretched out a hand to the man, who took it and stood up from the forest floor, dusting his clothes.Everything about this screamed suspicion, but Logan paid no heed to it. He wanted to trust his gamma beyond any reasonable doubt, but the man kept giving him every reason to doubt him. The hands that dusted his clothes were shaky; only someone who felt guilty about something would fidget so much. And the clothes—Logan hadn't noticed them before—he had a black turtle
Call of the White wolf eighty two
The flashlight in Logan's hand illuminated several meters of the cave stone, upon which hundreds of intricate drawings had been scrawled. Logan quickly closed his mouth as it had been hanging open in shock, and moved further inside the cave.The sight that met his eyes was unbelievable. He truly had never seen them before. It wasn't really the fact that they were unique that intrigued Logan so much, but the fact that this cavehad stood right in the middle of his pack's borders and he hadn't noticed it, not once.Granted, the cave was hidden in the side of the mountain, but not once had a wolf from his pack ever stumbled upon the cave entrance. It was baffling and confusing to Logan.Wow. This was so not what I was expecting, his inner wolf said in amazement.He raised the flashlight high and looked around. The wall to his immediate right had more inscriptions than drawings. Logan moved closer to the smooth cave wall, trying to decipher the writings. The writings had been made with a p
Call of the White wolf eighty one
After their short meeting, the three of them walked out of the study. Logan's spirit was much lifted after talking to his two best friends. His mind was still full of worry about Aella and how she was doing, but he was also happy that he seemed to be making progress on one thing at least.He remembered something that his father had once told him, that the fastest way to forget about something painful was to drown that pain in work. He had been extremely sad about Aella's kidnapping and had worried for her safety, but at least he had been able to do some work with his beta and cousin and make headway in the process. It had drowned his worries about his mate for a few precious minutes.But now thoughts of Aella had returned and had started haunting him again. He felt as though he would lose it if he didn't find a way to clear his head.Logan escorted Casper and Louve to the door of the dining room, where they were to have dinner. Louve turned to her cousin. "Come and eat dinner with us.
