White Wolf!

Alpha Zayne Steele

'Where did she go? How was she so fast?' Aragorn was out of breath at the distance he had just run. He was miles and miles away from home by now. He was sure of it.

But he could not give up now, could he? A white wolf needs to be protected; if the wrong people get their hands on her, it is over.

He could not sit back and let that happen when he knew he was in a position to help her. White wolves are very rare, and once word gets out, the scum of the earth will descend.

Goddess, worse yet, if this entity he was fighting against got its dirty hands on her, her rejuvenating blood would send them into blind greed.

And a picture of a white wolf hooked up to a machine with two tubes connected to her, one feeding her sustenance to keep her alive while the other drains her blood, flashed in Zayne's mind, and he desperately pursued her.

Zayne needed to make sure she was safe; how could he not? A little way further around a bend, he came upon a set of paw prints on the right. He quickly got out and followed when, about two miles in, he saw the paw prints change to human ones.

He slowed again, sniffing the ground and the air, but still couldn't scent her. Head whipping from left to right, ears perked at attention, listening to all the noises of the forest.

Which included all the chirping, bustling, rustling, and tweeting of the night.

Thankfully, the moon provided the needed light. Else he would have missed that paw print earlier, passing her stop, even with his wolf vision.

He did not want to howl to draw any attention to unsuspecting individuals. He continued forward as swiftly and as quietly as he could.

But after fifteen more minutes of searching for the white wolf, Zayne began to fear the worst.

'Did something happen to her before I could get to her?' Aragorn upped his speed as he as well refused to give up. There was something about this white wolf calling to him on a deeper level, one that he could not quite explain.

All he knew was that he had to find this white wolf, so he powered on. After ten more minutes, he slowed and dropped his head. Disappointment and a deep sadness washed over him. He could not find her.

He had lost her trail and picked up on it again but then lost them again, and now he felt like he was going around in circles.

He sat on his haunches as his head whipped around, looking and zoning in on the slightest movements he caught from time to time, which were only the shadows of the night.

The whisk of a tree branch, the flutter of a bird landing, fireflies that dance around, the rustling of leaves. Goddess, what should he do? He could not just leave and go back without knowing.

Zayne decided to try one more thing; he would retrace his steps because he figured that there was a chance with the last speed Aragorn picked up back there, he could have missed something.

He would take his time, trackback, and return home if he still did not find her. Goddess, how far did he reach with all that running? It felt like he had been running for hours since he spotted the white wolf by the lake just outside his community.

He was confident he was on the other side of town right now or, who knows, maybe as far as another wolf community.

Aragorn suddenly yipped in pure joy at the sight of footprints veering off the trails, 'Ah, so she made a turn-off, and he did miss it.' Aragorn picked up the pace, following the footsteps, but he wondered if this wolf was playing hide and seek with him.

However, that thought was quickly sent to the back of his mind. There, ah, so beautiful. The white wolf was in her 'just as gorgeous human form,' with long, flowing, dark-colored hair cascading past her shoulders.

He came to a complete stop and observed her, his wolf eyes zoning in. He could not see her face as her back was to him. She moved to wrap her hair up in a messy one.

The revelation of her perfect neck caused the sharp points on his canine to descend. 'Weird.'

But he became enthralled by her clean creamy skin, which looked almost pale under the moonlight—mostly covered by an oversized T-shirt reaching to her knees.

As Zayne stepped forward, he fell, only to wake up in a bundle of sheets on the floor of his room in the community pack house where he had fallen asleep earlier.

This must be the fifth time he has slept here this week. Jumping up, he checks the time. Two hours had passed.

"F*ck, it was just a dream. I groaned out! Yet, there was a longing feeling left behind, Mekhi. I cannot explain it. I remained melancholy throughout the rest of that day."

Zayne finally explained his dream to Mekhi after two weeks had passed. He had dreamt this on the morning he went to bed after taking Jane Doe to the hospital.

"Geez, man, that was strange. A white wolf?" Mekhi wore an expression as if he was in deep thought as he stroked his chin with his index and thumb.

"I have never seen a white wolf in my entire life on this earth," Mekhi continued.

"Yeah, me either, nor have my father in his time, and he does not know much about the history of the white wolf except that it was a prize to have."

Of course, his father would think that way. The white wolf is captured and used in the most gruesome ways possible.

Zayne could not understand the aggression that rose up in him at his father's words.

Zayne had visited his father, Alpha Zachary, to inform him how well the meeting he had suggested went and decided to confide in his father about his dream.

His father went on to say, "A white wolf can make you millions, my boy; once you get the right bidders," Zachary paused and tilted his head to look up at Zayne.

They were on the back porch looking at the lake by Zachary's lake house. Zachary was relaxed in his chair as Zayne stood with one foot up on the deck and a hand resting casually on it as he listened to his father.

"If we can get our hands on one, our community will be set for life, and you and your family will be set for life," his father suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes at Zayne, then asked, "By the way, when are you going to find a Luna?."

At that, Zayne had heard enough; he left abruptly as he suddenly had the urge to strangle his father; it was overwhelming. Which he found weird. Zachary had lost him at 'bidders,' grasping fully what his father hinted at.

The thing is, Zayne was accustomed to his father and his ways, always looking to make a quick buck, which is why the community was in such a mess and why he lost his wife, Zayne's mother.

So Zayne was so used to it by now.

Usually, when he said things like that, Zayne learned to ignore him, as he personally would never make any type of shady deals for a quick buck.

But this. What Zachary had said about the white wolf made him want to strangle his father with his bare hands and watch the life drain from his eyes.

Nevertheless, Zayne was finally opening up to Mekhi about this as it was heavy on his mind; it was all he could think of apart from his daily task.

Zayne swipes his hands over his face as he exhales, "Goddess, she looked so real. Everything felt real!" Zayne shook his head, still unable to explain this feeling left in the wake of his dream.

"Seems like it is really taking a toll on you, though. You need to get proper rest, not those two hours' naps you take during the day, then go again for twenty-four hours.

Zayne waved him off; he was fine, so he did not sleep long, only because he was ensuring that all his teams were doing well on their assignments.

Checking on progress and assisting with the building of accommodation for the recruits, Zayne was doing it all.

Nevertheless, Zayne had never had dreams like this before, so vivid and felt so real, and it was not like he was accustomed to understanding the deeper meaning of dreams or anything.

Or was well versed in deciphering the true meaning, yet he felt this had a deeper purpose and was suddenly into the significance of dreams.

This was one of those things he just felt in his gut.

"Damn, dude, I see the old man is still stuck in his ways," Mekhi said and sighed while shaking his head negatively. Instantly breaking Zayne out of his thoughts again!