The One With The White

The One With The White 3

       My wolf. He spoke!
"I'm Dante your wolf."
     His voice was deep. That's how I knew he was a boy. Which was unheard of. A female having a male wolf. I haven't even shifted yet!
    "I'm so happy for you baby!" My father says with excitement.
    He pulls me into a hug. Or so I thought it was him. He smelt different and felt stronger and taller.
   I realized it was the Alpha... my brother.
    His hug made me tingle.
"Oh Lordy this wolf has got it going on!" Dante pants in my head.
"Ew stop he's our brother!" I yell.
Dante sighs and lays down.
I focus back into what's happening around me and I wrap my arms around Chase.
It made me feel safe and warm.
"We shall have a party on Dante's arrival tomorrow night! Everyone is invited!" The Alpha yells.
This causes the pack to cheer and yells. People start talking about what they are gonna wear, if they are bring their pups, some are even talking about who their going to hook up with.
Chase lets me go from our hug. I became cold and lonely. I can hear him laugh, his messes up my white hair.
"Dad I'm going to go to the library I'll be back in an hour," he spoke to my father in a worried tone. "Can you have your office cleaned out by the time I get back please?" His voice soft and kind. Letting father know it wasn't a order.
"Of course my son I'll get right on that." Dad answered.
I stand there not really knowing what to do. It sucks that I can't do anything. I'm forced to just stand here and suffer.
"So I've done some asking around," Dante chimes in. "The Alpha is adopted. He's older than us by 7 years." He says sounding exited.
"Dante stop. We should wait for our mate." I shut him down.
   I can feel his glare on my head as him sits down.
     "You must be Storm." a voice I do not recognize speaks out.
   They also place a hand on my shoulder so I know where they are. He's smell is powerful. He also smells of forest and old spice.
    "That's me." I chuckle awkwardly.
   He removes his hand from my shoulder and answers me.
"I'm the Beta Ace. You can just call me Ace." His voice was calm and quiet as if he was afraid of scaring me.
"It's nice to meet you Ace."
I stick out my hand for him to shake. His hand grabs mine softly. His hands are ruff but warm. My tiny hands were no match to his. I give him a respectful head bow showing him I won't cause him trouble.
     "Storm you don't have to do that," he chuckles lifting my chin up with his hand. "I'm your friend Stormy. If you ever have any problems find me okay?" Just by the sound of his voice I know he means it.
   "Thank you Ace. I will, but I can take care of myself." and with that I pull my hand from his and walk to the barn.
     I can smell Uncle Nathan's presents as I open the barn door.
    "Hey Stormy!" He inflates me in a huge hug.
    "Uncle Nathan," I smile hugging him back. "Why are you so happy?"
    He sets me down and his foot steps became faint.
     "Come here!" He calls out from the other end of the barn.
    I follow his voice to a stall at the very end of the barn. I place my hand on the name plate. Stayling. It's a new horse.
     "Who is he?" I place my hand in the stall and wait for a horse.
    "We found he wondering out back. It looks like a pack of rouges tried him for dinner, but he fought them off. He's strong," the horse puts his muzzle in the palm of my hand. "Like you."
     I smile as I feel the horses face. Wide forehead, big ears, huge nostrils, he's just got a big head in general. I open the door to get a better feel for him. He nickers so I know where he is. My hands find Stayling's neck.
"Oh my lord! He's huge!" My hands were completely straight above my head.
He's probably 17 hands or something. He has a thick neck and body.
"Stayling is a friesian stallion. He's 17'3," his mane reaches his knees! "Stayling is your horse now. I've worked it out with your father." Uncle Nathan chuckles.
      "Really? Your joking!" I smile throwing my arms around Stayling's neck.
     "He's yours Stormy! As long as you continue to go to warrior training." I glare in he's direction.
    The tension thickens, hand me a knife and I'll cut it.
     Warrior training. It sounds exactly as it is. My dad has been trying to get me to become a warrior. He says I'm one of the best fighters he has, but I know he's lying. Look at me I'm blind I can't be a warrior and fight for the pack.
    "Please Storm. This guy needs a home and this pack needs a warrior it's a perfect match."
      I sigh and nod my head.
   Stayling pushes me with his big head. I pet his long forelock. I wish I could see him. Oh I bet he's beautiful.