Chapter 70 The White Wolf
Xander
It's been two hours now and her screams only seem to intensify by the minute. My wolf whimpers, wanting to comfort our mate, but touching a wolf in the process of shifting for the first time can lead to serious complications during the shift. So touching them is strictly forbidden.
I had felt her distress before I saw her. My wolf had surged forward without warning, alerting me to a danger I was yet to feel...until I heard her screams. The realization of what was happening to her was instant, and with Max's help, I had carried her back to the cave where the seal has originally been broken.
Now she lays on the floor, body convulsing violently as the first wave of pain subsides.
"You think she's going to be alright?" Max asks as he walks towards me. I'm standing just a few feet away from Vanessa, keeping a watchful eye on her to ensure there are no complications, while Max fixes his eyes outside, making sure that's we're completely alone - no other wolves, no witnesses, just moonlight and earth.
"Yes," I say with conviction. "She'll come out stronger and more powerful than ever."
He hums his agreement and leaves.
Then it begins again.
The transformation this time isn't graceful, its brutal. Her body convulses once more as bones crack and rearrange.
Her back arches suddenly as a crack echoes through the space.
"Xander!" she screams. "I can't do this anymore," she cries.
"Vanessa, listen to me. You're strong, a queen and more. You're the fucking Luna of this pack, crowned or not, and nothing is going to happen to you, not as long as I live. I'm always here, baby." And I mean every word of it.
"Xander," she pants, her eyes bloodshot and face tear-streaked. "I swear I can't –"
"You can! I believe in you, Vanessa. You hear?" she doesn't respond and I ask louder, "You hear me?"
"Yes! Fuck!"
White fur burst through her skin in flashes. Her screams turn into a raw guttural sound that's not fully human.
I step closer, my wolf wanting to interfere. To claim, to steady. But this is her fight, so I restrain myself a little longer.
Vanessa drops forward on her hands, her spine lengthening and her face shifts.
The final crack echoes through the clearing.
Silence.
Where Vanessa had been, stands a wolf. And it isn't just any wolf: a pure White wolf.
She is huge - almost as big as me - elegant, and luminous beneath the light of the moon filtering through the cracks of the walls of the cave.
White wolves are the rarest of our kind, and they are believed to be special beings specially blessed by the Moon Goddess.
Revered to be guardians of light and protector, as a rare, sacred being embodying wisdom, guardianship, and a spiritual connection.
The white wolf often symbolizes purity, spiritual wisdom, and balance, acting as a noble guardian of nature, a protector of souls.
Vanessa lifts her head, her blue eyes meeting mine and my breath leaves me in a rush.
Max whistles lowly, grinning like a maniac. "A freaking white wolf?!" he exclaims, and rushes forward to pet her fur, and I growl at him in warning. He removes his hands in a second and raises them in surrender.
He turns to Vanessa, still grinning. "Nessa, your wolf's so beautiful," he whispers in awe. Vanessa purrs and walks in a circle, as if showing off.
She struts towards me, stopping when she's two feet away from me. Her eyes, even more blue than ever locks with my dark ones. I run my hands through her fur slowly never breaking eye contact, and she purrs.
"Mine," I growl, possessive and proud.
Then she moves back a few steps letting my hands fall to the side. She gives me one last lingering look, a familiar challenge in them, then bolts forward, not away, but towards the forest.
On instinct, I shift without hesitation, dark fur replacing skin. Then I'm dashing off after her leaving Max yelling after us. "Hey, am I not I invited to the game also? That's injustice of the highest order!"
Two wolves tear through the trees under the full moon as it rises, enormous and intimidating, the wind tearing through our furs.
Her strides are wild but powerful, untamed and she's all mine.
I match her pace easily, circling around her once in acknowledgement. Then she slows down, as if testing me, before running faster. I follow.
Under the moon, right this moment, we're to forces finally aligned beneath the same sky.
She's fast, but I'm still faster. In a wild move, I tackle her to the ground, rolling us both into the dirt, with me on top of her. A little guilt fills me when I see her once pure fur now tainted and dirty but I don't regret it, especially when she's looking at me with twinkling eyes, the color of the ocean.
She shifts into her human form and I do the same. Thankfully, we're both still clothed; she's still in her dress, and I'm only naked from the waist up.
A loud giggle burst out of her and I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. She looks so beautiful with her face lit up with the glow of happiness and something clenches in my chest at the thought of wanting to see her like this. Forever.
I never want to let her go no matter what.
I must've been staring because her giggling stops and with a blush staining her cheeks, she asks, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Because I now have everything I've ever wanted.
I lean forward, kissing her slowly, then trail my hand under her dress and circle her clit slowly, a low moan leaves her lips and her breath stutters.
Something deeper than instinct pulses between us. A bond - not yet sealed - but still undeniable.
I feel the crescent sigil on my chest glow faintly in recognition, and her hand reaches up to run her fingers over it, slowly, sensually, I feel a shiver runs through me. I add pressure to her clit, circling faster and she moans get louder.
I pull off to watch her expression - it's one of pure bliss and I'm crushing my lips to hers, claiming it like I never want to let go. I claim her like I crave her. Like she's my last breath and my salvation.
I bite down on her lower lip and her moan is guttural, like a growl and it makes me harden even more.
I grind my cock against her, feeling the heat of her skin against mine.
Finally, she cries out, her body almost convulsing for the millionth time tonight, but this is different. Her orgasm continues until her body starts to jerk, then her breathing slows down, and her eyes flutter close.
I kiss her forehead, and get up to adjust myself before picking her up. Tucking her head gently into my arms, I take us back to the mansion with a huge grin refusing to leave my face.