The Lone White Wolf (Book one)

Chapter 2

MILA

Eighteen Years Later

All I can see are the most intense yellow eyes looking at me and the hideous scar that runs from the top of his forehead through the left eye and straight down to its chin. The evil smirk on his face stared back. He says nothing until his sharp canines come through as his mouth opens and lunges at me.

I open my eyes and scream.

The nightmare that had been evading my mind when I was a young child has come back with a vengeance. The sweat that has formed on my whole body soaks the duvet covers. Four in the morning is when I look back at my alarm clock. I sigh deeply, knowing that sleep won't happen again. This has been happening for the last few nights, and I thought the dream had ended.

"Get back to sleep Mila," sighs Sapphire.

"You know it won't happen again. I had the dream again," I tell her as I get up from my bed and look around my room to find my rope. Sapphire, my wolf, stirs in my mind as I get up to make some coffee.

I go to the kitchen counter and flick on the kettle to boil water for my coffee. Looking around my open space apartment, if that's what you want to call it, I think I should clean up before Emily comes.

"I wonder why the dream is back," I think to myself, but Sapphire sighs in my head. "Probably another wolf has come into the town again. It seems the dream appears whenever a wolf comes or is close to the town border," she says as she stretches her paws out in my head.

I think for a moment that seems right. When a rogue comes into the town or near the border, I get this dream, but when the rogue shows itself, it's not the wolf in my dream.

I need my coffee; it's too early to open the café.

I sit by the counter and look out of the window overlooking the small town I call home Shadow Lake. My mind takes over...

I'm a werewolf living in a small town with many supernatural beings. You know the weirdest thing; I am the only werewolf here. I don't know how, and not only that, I don't know how I came here either.

I have asked the family that took me in, but they can only tell me they found me wandering the forest. That family took me in and has been amazing. George and Sybil Dawson also have a daughter, Emily, my sister and best friend.

George is a warlock and the head mayor of our little town. Everything that needs to be sorted or run has to go through him. Sybil is a Fae who makes herbal remedies for the supernatural kind, mainly if they have headaches or even to help plants grow in their gardens. She does it all. Emily is a witch with some Fae in her. We are really close.

No one knows how I came here, but this town is friendly. Some people think it might be strange to hear that a wolf is living amongst vampires, bear shifters, Fae, and even witches. Actually, there hasn't been a werewolf pack here in over ten years. Many years ago, a war wiped out the werewolf packs that used to inhabit this territory. There is some history here, especially in the library.

I live above my job, which is a small café run by an elderly woman called Gloria, who is my retired boss. George and Gloria are mother and son. She has been like a grandmother since I came to this small village. Gloria was the grand high witch from their coven till rogues killed every witch. After that, she and George, and a few other witches, had to flee into hiding.

They tried other covens, but it seemed like the covens were scared to take them in, as those people were afraid that the same thing could happen to their people. They lived with one, but as soon as George fell in love with Sybil, a Fae, he was given an ultimatum, Sybil or a coven. Some supernaturals think love should be with their own kind. Other kinds should stick to their own. I don't see the problem with any of it as long as you are in love and happy. Then what is the point? And, of course, George left with Sybil and came here.

I believe in love and happiness, but being the only werewolf here is hard, as people think I should wait for my mate. I don't want a mate, especially if they are werewolves. I don't like my kind. I would rather be on my own. It might be weird to hear that one hates their own kind, but rogues always come through here thinking they own this town. I don't like their smell of rotten eggs and death stench, as it makes me want to be sick. I always hunt and kill the rogues close by, ensuring they kill no one.

I shifted into the white wolf Sapphire when I was twelve. We have powers, but we didn't know how to use them at such a young age. It has been a learning curve for us. But it is a nice ring to wear. George was there when I shifted, and he was worried that rogues would attack me if they knew I was a white wolf. Therefore, he masked my scent from other wolves by casting a spell on a ring I had to wear. When rogues come here, they think I am human when they come through. I keep my head down unless I am needed. I have to hide us, Sapphire and I.

I think George is hiding something from me, but I trust him, as he has looked after me since they found me wandering in the forest as a child. He made sure I was fed and clean. He made me feel like part of his family.

All supernatural beings here are welcome, whatever they are.

There's a knock at my front door, which startles me out of my thoughts.

I know it is Gloria, as I can smell her rose scent. I get up and open the door.