Prologue:
I'm Dante Luca Rosehart. I'm the son of Xavier Conhart and Jezebelle Rosehart. I was born into the midst of a war. Literally, while Mum was giving birth there was a war going on. We won, of course. Everybody says I'm a fighter because of it, but I don't think I'm any different from anybody else.
My mum is one of the last white wolves to exist - along with my uncle and my mum's cousin - and my dad is a pure black wolf. Everybody hoped that I would turn out to be a white wolf, but I'm not. I'm pure black, like my dad. I inherited my mum's powers and strength and ability - black ice, black fire, telekinesis, and telepathy - and my father's strength and ability. It wasn't a good combination, seeing how I took after my father more than my mum which means I got his temper also.
My powers started at a very early age. The fire started first and everything slowly started to surface after. Whenever I felt scared or angry, the room I was standing in would freeze over completely. The fire wasn't really a problem since it was the first ability and I learned how to control it. The ice was a huge problem. I couldn't control it. Because of this, I was hidden from everybody outside the pack.
I'm homeschooled and kept inside almost all day. My days consisted of training and school. It kept me busy, so I wasn't complaining. Over the years, I've gotten stronger and stronger. I've gotten to the point where I give my father a hard time while sparring.
Being homeschooled meant no friends and no fun. The only thing I consider fun is training and working out. I wasn't allowed to go for runs, hell I was barely allowed out in the yard. I had very few friends. Derrick was Brent's and Clarissa's son. He was my wingman, my best friend. He was allowed to go to school, seeing how he wasn't a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. I begged my parents to let me participate in school, but they refused. Derrick would always come back and say that he saw a really hot girl or he did something really fun.
Some nights, he would go out to a party and it only infuriated me more. I'm nineteen, I should be out and having fun!
The only problem with going to school is that I'm not supposed to be here. Nobody has ever heard of a black wolf with the powers of a white wolf. It's just not natural. Since I'm not natural, I can't be found. If I'm found, I'm as good as dead.
A/N
This is the sequel to The Last One! I hope you guys like it! Comment what you think and vote! Love you all!😄
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The Dark One
WerewolfThe war with the council is finally over. It's been nineteen years since the war. It's been peaceful with the occasional group of rogues here and there. My mum told me she always thought she was the last white wolf to ever exist, but she was wrong...
