Descendant of the white wolf II

They watched the priestess as she went into trance. They were expecting what she would say so much. By the time her eyes turned back to its normal colour, she looked at Klein with eyes that could not be read.

"I knew there was no way the Alcon would respond to you if you are not the descendant of the white wolf," she said.

Klein got more confused. He knew that his father was never from the descendant of the white wolf because the Alpha who originated their pack was not a one with pure blood. He even used magic and hurt others.

"You must be mistaken, priestess," he argued.

The priestess shook her head. " Your mother originated from the golden dove pack and the one who brought the pack alive was a white wolf, " the priestess said.

Klein paused, he couldn't argue it because he didn't know who his mother was and before his father died he wouldn't even talk about her.

"I don't know my mother," he said with a bland voice.

Even though he was trying to look fine, it could show in his voice th