I've always known that one day I'd be a wolf. It runs in the blood, you could say. Passed down for generations. I'm one of the few Rare Bloods - meaning that my mom's the Beta of the pack and that we're both pure white wolves.
You'd figure that you've heard it all before - and then some. But I can guarentee you haven't heard my story. Hell no.
Because my stories completely different from anyone else's.
Soon to be the Beta of my pack, I'm destined for the Alpha's son - we're 'bethrothed'. I suppose you humans would call it that.
Sure, he's gorgeous and wonderful... and at first I had no problems.
And then along he comes. The Rogue. The one we're told to stay away from. Death follows him no matter where he goes. Most believe he's the cause of it, that he feeds on the flesh of humans to enhance his strength - causing panic everywhere.
I don't believe it. I know the truth. He's being chased... and I'm the only one that can help him.
But I'm getting a little ahead of myself, don't you think?
Let's start at the beginning, where it all kicked off.
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