The White Wolf

"Now it's just the two of us...mate." he said and sounded intimidating. I snarled at his way in response. I'm not afraid of him. I wasn't before, I'm not now either.

"Oh well cut it out. I know you're not past the gone. You saved my life from the rogue even though I had him. Why don't you swift to talk? I won't kill you." he said in reassuring tone and I almost believed him. Well kill me would be a gift if he found out my true color of fur. I barked again in response.

"I can make you swift, you know. What will it take? Two, three sots of wolfs bane? No one can handle more."

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't because he knows that will kill me. Sure I handled one dose of poison but three? I'm not that strong. No one is. I backed of this time. I needed a way out and fast. Elvira any thoughts?

He is so handsome...

Perfect. I'm in a cell with a love striked she-wolf. I have to handle it myself.

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Arcelia and her wolf, Elvira come from the White Pack, one of the strongest packs in history, immune from both cold and the silver.
An attack on this pack forces Arcelia to escape from the grasp of the enemy and find a way to survive on her own as a rogue.

Callian is the Alpha of one of the strongest packs, also known to kill rogues in sight.

What will happen when Arcelia and Callian cross roads?