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Chapters (25)
  1. The First and The Last
  2. 1. One
  3. 2. Two
  4. 3. Three
  5. 4. Four
  6. 5. Five
  7. 6. Six
  8. 7. Seven
  9. AFTERWARD
  10. 9. Nine
  11. 10. Ten
  12. 11. Eleven
  13. 12. Twelve
  14. 13. Thirteen
  15. 14. Fourteen
  16. 15. Fifteen
  17. 16. Sixteen
  18. 17. Seventeen
  19. 18. Eighteen
  20. 19. Nineteen
  21. 20. Twenty
  22. 21. Twenty One
  23. AFTERWORD
  24. ABOUT THE FIRST AND THE LAST
  25. A LITTLE ABOUT ME

My father howled and tried to get up. My mother steadied him with a hard look. She cast her attention on Dalton. She extended the claws on her right hand. They flicked out like blades. Chalky white and strong. The claws on her left hand took longer to descend. She looked down at her hand, seemingly to will the claws to drop. Only one claw extended. A single, gnarled claw that extended from her forefinger only. The claw wasn’t white. It wasn’t chalky. It was black. When she moved her hand, it glinted like mercury.

Dalton threw his head back and roared with laughter. As he did it, my mother feigned with her right. Dalton fell for it, shifting his weight and his gaze. My mother struck with the speed of a viper. A mirrored black claw sliced cleanly through skin and vein walls. It was so quick it took me a second to register that it had happened. It did happen though. It definitely did. Arterial spray fanned out in a wide arc around Dalton. He was alive when he hit the ground, but he wasn’t alive for long.

After he took his last breath, my mother looked at me. She looked at me and then she cast her eyes around to the face of every pack member. They were frozen. Frightened. She raised her chin. Lashings of blood from her kill were splattered across her face. It made her look like what she was.

A formidable woman.

A wild woman.

An alpha.

The pack looked at her and they looked at me. They were all lost. Confused and traumatized. In every face, I saw questions. My mother held out her defective hand and pointed to me with a long, crooked claw. She chose her words carefully. She answered the pack.

“The White Wolf walks among us.” The wind picked up. Her hair whipped around her shoulders like a silvery cape. Her eyes were still alight. Steady and certain. So was her voice. “He has before, and now, he does again. It has been told. It was set in motion a long time ago.”

She paused, looking at each pack member in turn. Each one nodded and bowed their head. Each one knew what the next words from her both would be. Each one accepted the gravity of her words before she spoke.

“Now it is done.”

Those were the last words I heard before the world went black.

21. Twenty One

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