*Ingrid* Running from my pack was supposed to be the best thing for me, I couldn’t stay trapped there any longer. But with running brings questions about where I come from, what am I suppose to do when I can’t answer? I don’t know who I really am, this new pack was suppose to be my savior. But what happens if it’s leading me to my death? *Quinn* I’ve always protected the weak, taken in strays to my pack. Trying to make up for my father who threw out any wolf that dared to defy him, Just trying to Keep myself on the straight and narrow. I wasn’t looking for trouble. But then this sweet little mystery came barreling in, And pulled me into her darkness. She’s asking for my protection. But can I risk my freedom?
View More*Willow* If this fucking inbred stupid little bitch thinks that she can disrespect my Alpha In front of our whole pack she has another thing coming. I’ve hated her since the moment my father brought her home, clinging to him, covered in blood, screaming bloody murder. We had been just fine without her, him and I. It was few years after my mom died in the rogue attack, dad and Alpha Stone were following a trail on the rest of the rogues who attacked us. Hours later he came bounding in the front door Stone hot on his tail with Ingrid wrapped around him screaming like she was on fire. Ever since he brought her home I’ve always felt second best to her, dad paid her more attention, babied her every step of the way. Everything he did just made my hate grow into something uncontrollable, so I set out to make her as miserable as possible. Hoping she would tuck tail and get the fuck out of my life. Although I never suspected it would come to this, I never thought Alpha Stone would try to
*Ingrid* Am I prepared for this? Stone's question bounces through my mind, playing on a loop. 'We can do this Ingrid, we can take Quinn. You, me, and our powers? You know we can take his whole pack out with just the three of us. Stone knows nothing about me or the thing that lurks in the shadows.' Jules says encouraging me. 'Jules, we don't really know enough about the shadow or what he is. I don't even have a good handle on my powers. I could hurt someone from out pack. We can't risk that... But you are right. If this is what Stone wants to do then this is the way we have to do it.' Having made up my mind I speak out to answer Stone, "Fight you to the death for the Grey Ridge Pack? Absolutely. For my mate to not be harmed? Yes. I'm prepared for that Stone." I can hear the whispers swirling around me, Stone's pack members wondering why he's even trying to humor me. They think he will rip me apart since I don't "have a wolf." Seems like Stone threatened Ezra and the other men who
*QUINN* *QUINN* Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand. Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon. Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right. He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we
*INGRID* *Ingrid* My head whips around to the man/beast that's behind me when he speaks. I don't even know how he got ahold of or how he forced me shift, one second I was viciously tearing into a rogue's throat and the next I was being lifted off the wolf by the fur on the back of my neck that started disappearing while my body was forced back into human form. I look up and catch Quinn's gaze as he's shifting. The rest of our pack warriors have joined him in staring at us, just waiting on the order from their alpha to tear the rogues to shreads. I can see the barley contained fury on Quinn's face, and worse: fear. Mindlinking Beta Jackson I repeat the mantra that I've been telling myself for days on end when I thought it would be Stone that attacked our pack, 'Whatever happens to me you do not let our pack fall. I know Quinn can survive if I die, but the pack will parrish if he does. This is my dying wish.' I lift my gaze to Beta Jackson after I close the mind link and see dete
*Quinn* I'm already at least 100 yards away when the aganozied scream rips through her throat. Before I even have time to comprehend whats happening to Ingrid her wolf is blowing past me and headed straight into the forest towards the fight. "INGRID!" My shout contorts in my throat, emerging as an imhuman roar. The One thing I never mentioned to her was the the white wolves were warriors for their packs to their very core. If a pack member was in trouble and called for help the white wolves would lay down their life to protect them. But I never thought we would be in this situation, I've almost trippled patrols in the past month so we would never be put in this situation. I also didn't know if this particular bit of information was true. Turns out it is and its a hell of a time for the fucking warrior princess to come out and try to play. And Ingrid? She has no idea why Jules pushed so hard to get out and I'm sure they are both fucking terrified of what just happened. The warrior i
*INGRID* It's like I've completely forgotten how to breathe. This wired like electricity has taken over my body and it's trying to hold me prisoner. Nothing I can do will make it fade. I can't take all of the lingering looks any longer, I can feel eyes on me everywhere I go and I'm tired of feeling like a freak. Tired of feeling like I don't belong in the shifter world, but goddess knows I don't belong in the human world either. During my scarce encounters with the humans they were volatile. But as far as I know, I'm the only white wolf anyone has ever seen. The stories orginated from the ancient wolves, apparently white wolves were the first born of our kind. Directly descended from Lycaon and his sons, but they died out like a over a thousand years ago so I'm technically not possible. Quinn thinks my powers are from the druids and whatever spell they used to turn the women into mates for Lycaon and his sons. Whatever I have I don't think the shadow that lurks wants to be used f
*Quinn* As more time rolls on I can visibly see Ingrid growing more tense. She's watching, waiting, worried that Stone is coming for her. Worried that he's going to hurt the pack. I know she feels guilty for coming here because it seems like she put us all in danger, but what she fails to realize is any one of our pack members would gladly give up their lives to protect our Luna. She's my mate, but she has yet to see what that even entails. The most she interacts with people is during training, and even that's a slim encounter. I know she's scared of what comes with being a white wolf, of the icy chill that follows her shadow. Our council isn't even sure of what her ability means. She's been fighting our mating bond every step of the way, building up a fortress so high around her that it's almost impossible for someone to scale the walls and get inside. Almost, but not entirely impossible. If anyone can beat down her defense system and crawl their way inside, it's gonna be me. I
*Ingrid* The longer I'm here with the Grey Ridge Pack the more on edge my body becomes. I know Ezra said it wouldn't be the last time I saw him, even Quinn said that they would definitely be coming back for me. But we've yet to see any sign of the men who chased me or my old pack, and the full moon has come and gone with another fast approaching. Quinn has doubled up on security and everyone old enough that has a wolf has been included in training just in case they come into contact with someone while they are on patrolling duty. While the training has been kicking my ass, I had no idea how to fight before coming here. Stone kept me out of every activity within the pack. Now I have training in human form every morning, and I'm wolf form on thursdays with Quinn being my sparing partner everyday. No one has voiced their opinions but I know they are scared of me and whats to come. I can see it all over there faces.. It's been over a month since I ran from Stone, and a part of me wishe
*Quinn* Every piece of research I've come across hasn't brought me any closer into figuring out where Ingrid really comes from. There's absolutley nothing along the lines of missing children from the year that she was born that look even remotley like Ingrid, no adoptions records, and no records of her being born into the Black Ridge Pack. The story that Ingrid has been told her whole life was that her mother Laura died giving birth to her, but the records indicate that Laura died in a rogue attack two years before Ingrid was even born. Her Alpha and father have hidden and lied to her about every aspect of her life, including about Jules being sick. When I told Ingrid the possibility of them drugging her because of her wolf being different I could see everything shifting into place in her mind. I don't think she could actually fathom before that her father would willingly maliciously hurt her. Stone had told her that Jules was sick and the injections were to keep them both safe, b
*Ingrid* It felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares. The ones where you have to run, run until your lungs feel like they may burst right inside your chest. But you just can't seem to make your body move fast enough. I know I'm close to overheating, pushing my body to far way to fast. The sunlight beating down from the sky is burning my skin. Hot. Bright. All-consuming. My legs burn with the intensity of this stupid three day trek across the mountains and into the forest, but they seem to move slower and slower as I try to fight my way through the dense terrain. My body wanted me to give up completely, but I have come so far already and there was no freaking way I could stop now that I'm almost there. This journey is imperative to my survial. I just hope I make it before my body decides to gives out. The only time I've stopped to high up in a tree they almost caught me. I had to wait hours curled up on a branch barley moving before they moved onto another se
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