Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Six

Dane's POV

There are many things in life that feel like a disaster but knowing I’ve had a sibling for a while that I’ve never been told about has given me a reason to hate my ancestors even more.

I was name the ‘lone Wolf’, a child that has been dumped within the tree lined land.

I grew alone, learning how to fend for myself.

Hunt for myself.

Bed myself.

And that’s greatly affected the way in which I view the world as it is now.

When things spring out of the woodworks it affects me more than the average person.

Yet I’m expected to deal with it in the same manner.

And I presume being a warm blooded white wolf doesn’t help.

I started to exhibit gifts around my thirteenth birthday, my wolf bringing along gifts with her.

Yes, her… my wolf is a female despite the fact I am a male. An alpha male at that.

Yet despite her being a she, our life has moved rapidly and we’ve bonded in the same manner as if she was a match in gender.

I suppose I should be thankful, in all honesty, that Celeste had