Save Me

CHAPTER 20: SILVERMORE

Liam's POV

Watching Twen go through the pain of his first transformation was unbearable. Usually, we go through our transformation at an earlier age. If you think about it, it's crazy because we're practically children when we shift, but doing so makes us stronger and more resilient. 

Also, shifting when you're a child is easier since our bones are still growing. Shifting for the first time as an adult is harder and more painful because your bones have already stopped growing and have fused.

When you're older and think back to your first transformation, it's a distant memory. It seems more like a dream or a nightmare that didn't actually happen. The fact that he's just now shifting will cause more harm than good. It also means that Twen had been captured much younger than we had thought. 

My hands balled into fists, my nails digging into my hands. I clenched my jaw and swore to find those responsible for the misery they caused my Twen. I look away from him, unable to watch anymore as he pleads for help. I stood there with my eyes closed, unable to do anything for him. 

Then it got quiet, and all I could hear were gasps. I open my eyes and look in the direction of Twen. When my eyes focused on him, I gasped as well. 

"Oh, my Goddess." Whispered the others and me.

In front of me now stood a pure white wolf. I move my gaze to meet Twens. His eyes looked as if they were white as well, but on a closer look, they were silver. Though a bit lighter than his natural eyes. When our eyes meet, my heart thumps and my breath hitches. His scent is stronger than before, and the tingles radiate more strongly throughout my body. But most importantly, I could feel my wolf connect with his.

It's hard to explain, but I can see my wolf in my head as if I saw a picture. We communicate through our feelings. I can feel what he feels, his wants, and vice versa. When I looked Twen in the eye, I saw my wolf howl, though thankfully, I couldn't hear him. 

Twen whined and looked surprised at the noise that came out of him. He looked down at his paws, shocked by what was there instead of his feet.

I stepped forward. "This is impossible," I whispered, crouching to be at eye level with him.

"A-A white wolf." I inhale and whisper, "Mate." 

Those who were witnessing this impossibility whispered to each other. "That's impossible."

"White werewolves don't exist. They're just fairy tales."

"Obviously, they do," said Rita. 

"His fur should be black."

"What does this mean?"

"Quiet," said my father. "Let us go now…we should leave them alone." With my father's words, Rita and the two pack members turn around and walk away after glancing at Twen one last time. My father lingers but soon turns around and heads toward the direction of the pack house.

"Twen… you've finally connected with your wolf," I smile. "I'm sorry you had to go through something so painful…the first shift is always the hardest." 

"After the first shift, it gets easier, less painful. Eventually, you won't feel any pain at all." Twen whined as if letting me know he doesn't want to shift anymore. 

I stand there looking at Twen for a moment, admiring the beauty of his wolf. I can't believe he's a white wolf. I was sure he would've been a black wolf because of his hair. Typically, our wolves take on the color of our human hair; in some instances, they might be different, but not always, and never this different. 

I clear my throat. "Would you like to go for a run?"

"I know you've just transformed, but running in wolf form is…liberating. Especially during a full moon."