The White Wolf[1]((Rough Unedited))

Hidden Secrets

Late 1700’s, somewhere in England.

Prolouge-

"Aggh!!" Caroline Landon screamed as she continued to push her second and last child into the world.

"You're doing great!" Travis Landon smiled. Caroline's hand snaked out and clipped his jaw with her fist, and he just kept smiling.

"I'll wipe that smile off your face you-" she screamed in agony as she pushed the last push. The pack doctor caught the now screaming baby girl. "Bethany Renee Landon!!" Caroline sat up and screamed at the doctor. The doctor nodded and left, returning quickly handing over the baby. "Travis, she's so beautiful." Carolina gushed, the baby peaked out from her eyelashes. "With your green eyes too!"

"She has your dark curly hair though, and your face.." Travis smiled down at his little girl. "Bethany." he whispered his new daughter’s name.

 Later that night just outside their home, we talked of how to get the baby. Discussing of how to remove her out of their manor.

"Just walk in, all they know is you’re the wet nurse." the leader of our rogue pack said.

"Fine," I growled, shifting and quickly changed into my dresses. "But only because I will not let her be our Queen."

 I padded lightly to the Dutchess' room and peeked over her cribs edge. "Hello darling," I smiled evilly and grabbed the baby, wrapping her in my arms. "They'll never guess, and if they do, it'll be too late. 'Princess' " I spat, quickly exiting the house.

 When the morn came Caroline came to check on her darling not so precious and innocent daughter.

“My darling Bethany!!" Caroline sang as she spun into Bethany's room. She reached to grab her  baby but she wasn't there. Of course she wasn't there. She'd  be somewhere else by now.. "TRAVIS!!" She screeched and Sir Landon ran in.

"The baby." he breathed before she could answer.

"Someone took her! Someone took my baby!!" she sobbed.

"We will find her Caroline. I promise we will." he pulled her to him. "You," He glared at me. "You were responsible for my baby!" he rushed to me and slammed me into the wall sending pain through my back.

"Sir, I-"

"ENOUGH!"He slapped me. "You know of the kidnapper do you not?"

"I-" I smiled. "I do, but I will not tell you!" I spat.

 He killed me right there, snapping my neck like a twig. That's the mistake he made. Killed me without information. At this rate, she will never be Queen. So far so good.

 They searched for years before they thought she was dead. Years spent, wondering 'IF'. She'll never know. They'll never know. She CAN NOT be Queen, it'll be the end of something needed.

 You may say being a duke's daughter is easy, well it's not. You have to dress up in expensive gowns, go to balls, be perfect and be nice all of the time, especially around other dukes. But I, Bethany Chadwick am not a 'Proper Lady', I like to hunt, run and fish and prefer my riding gear to gowns. My father swears I will never marry, yet he pushes every guy my way. I have a secret that they don't know and I'll never tell, but I will find a man like me. I can feel it.

 Deep in my soul, I know there is atleast one like me and I will find him. Even if it put's me to death.