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Call of the White wolf fifty four
Logan could feel a headache coming, as sure as thunder on a rainy night. He gripped his head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let the tears of frustration drop from his eyes in the presence of his beta.He heard the crackle of dead leaves as Casper walked towards him and a suppressed grunt as the other man sat beside him. He didn't look up or acknowledge his presence in any way. All he wanted to do was lie on the forest floor and never open his eyes again.He was exhausted in his body and mind. He was heartbroken at the deaths of his people, at the back and forth he had been having with his mate, at all the questions that were lodged in his mind and needed urgent answers."Hey, Logan." Casper called quietly. "I have dismissed the patrol team so you can open your eyes now."Logan didn't budge or make any indication that he had heard Capser talk. He thought of the members of the patrol team that had seen him take out his anger on a nearby tree. That action had been weak and stu
Call of the White wolf fifty five
They got to the front lawn of the pack house soon after Logan's revelation. They saw Louve from afar, waving enthusiastically from the doors that led to the foyer inside. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes."What?" Casper asked with a teasing lilt to his voice "Don't act that way around my mate, alpha, or I will be forced to attack you.""You can't blame me. Your mate is nothing short of impulsively annoying. I'm not sure I can handle her drama today." Logan said and smiled.Louve was still waving gaily and gesturing at them to come closer. Logan sighed and walked over with Casper closely behind him.Logan gave his cousin a once over when they got within speaking distance. She looked absolutely good. She was putting on a light blue sweater that matched the colour of the sky and a pair of darker blue trousers. Her straight black hair was pulled up in two pigtails. Her face was bare of the light makeup that usually filmed her face. Her green eyes looked larger and more prominent. Logan t
Call of the White wolf fifty six
Casper turned to Louve as she made that volunteer. His eyes were narrowed and full of a suppressed danger. "What?" He whispered.Louve turned to him curiously. "I said I want to join the patrol team. Is there something wrong with that?""There is everything wrong with that, Louve. Why would you even think of joining them? What's your business with the affairs of the pack?" Casper asked.Louve shrugged. "Why shouldn't I join the men for patrol? Is there an express rule that states that I can't do that? There is the need for more members of the patrol team as we are severely depleted, so I don't see why not.""You're not going anywhere." Casper insisted. His voice was raised now. "It's too dangerous!""Is it really because it's too dangerous, or because I am a woman?" Louve retorted, her hands akimbo.Capser stalled and looked at her. "I didn't say that...""Yeah, but that was what you implied, was it not? That I am a woman and because of that, I am not capable of protecting the pack?"
Call of the White wolf fifty seven
It was night time already. Logan was yawning sleepily as he looked around the littered library. Casper, on the other hand, was pacing the library frantically. At intervals he would groan and mutter to himself."Casper, stop pacing please. You're making me nervous." Logan spoke up."I should not have said those things I said to Louve. Now I can't find peace again. I didn't mean any of those things I said.""I know you didn't, Casper." Logan replied. "You only did that to protect her and to protect your feelings. I know firsthand how it feels to lose a mate. I mean, look at my father.""I am scared to lose her, alpha. As I am equally scared of dying and making her go through pain on my account." Casper confessed. Logan could see the regret on his face. "Even now, with the possibility of battle in front of us, I don't want either of us to feel any pain because of the other's death. I thought if I told her she wasn't capable of going to battle that she would actually stay put.""Well, Cas
Call of the White wolf fifty eight
Logan paced the library again, his mind at unease. This time the library had been cleaned and the books that had littered the floor had been returned to their rightful place. The whole place was looking as a library should look.However, the man who paced its length was feeling very restless again. Logan could not exactly pinpoint the reason for his restlessness, all he knew was that he needed answers, and fast too. He felt like he would go crazy if he didn't find the answers he was looking for.It had been ten whole days since he had first entered the library and a when week since Casper had mind linked him to come and check out the trails. Trails that had long since gone cold and had been covered by the wolf prints of other wolves that had walked that perimeter. Trails that led nowhere.Logan sighed and stopped pacing of a moment. He closed his eyes and remembered the feeling of utter hopelessness and grief that he had felt when he had seen those trails and followed it, the feeling
Call of the White wolf fifty nine
Logan snapped out of his reverie and picked up the history book, walking out of the library. These days were giving him more and more reasons to doubt everything his mate did."Damn, damn, damn!" He cursed under his breath. The hopeless feeling was back, spreading across his chest like a deadly virus. He had found the answer he was looking for, but at what price? He still did not feel any peace, neither did it make him regain his trust for Aella. If anything, he was even more wary of her.So many questions raged through his head. Where did she come from? Was she part of this rogue pack? What was she not telling him? Were his mother and his mate somehow related?All these questions and more were raging through his head. He was confused and angry. At Aella, at the rogue wolf pack, at himself, at the Goddess. He did not know what unforgivable sin he had committed for him to be punished like this, but he felt that it was extremely unfair. He had been all a good alpha should be to this pa
Call of the White wolf sixty
There was an uncomfortable silence among the men as she walked in. They all stared at her like she was an alien who had fallen from the roof, until one of them men cleared his throat and spoke: "Uh, help us how?" He asked."I'm glad you asked, gentleman." She said and spread her hands. "My mother who is the former alpha's sister got mated to a Lycan from a southern pack. Because of this, she had to move over to Southern U.S to live with her mate. That was where I was born and bred too. But despite I've been around the world for a better part of my life, I still hold claim there and I can summon my fellow Lycans from that pack when I need their help. I could call on them to join us in battle against the rogues." She said.All the make wolves stared at her in shock. Louve could clearly read the expressions on their faces and she knew that they were all surprised that a mere woman could come up with a solution where they had all failed. She smirked in self-appraisal. So much for "women s
Call of the White wolf sixty one
"Voila!" Casper whispered, looking over Logan's shoulder at the journal. This was just what they had been searching for.Logan almost cried out in joy at the revelation. The entry in this journal had finally confirmed the fact that there was truly a rogue tribe, whose markings was a crescent shaped tattoo. And in the history book that Logan had read, he had found out that the leader of the tribes usually arrived to claim other territories as their own. to "expand their followership" as the history book had put it. This would explain why they had been catching spies all over their borders, and the issue of the killings too.Logan turned to look at his beta, whose face mirrored the happiness that Logan was sure was on his face too. He closed the dusty journal and handed it to Casper, who collected it and held it close. Then they both walked out of the archive room with their heads held high.Logan felt as though he was walking on bubbles that could not be deflated by any sad thought. Al
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