The White Wolf's Secret: His Unexpected Luna

Chapter 2

Word Count: 632 | Released on: 28/04/2026

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en, another smell cut through the night, sharp and wrong. Blood. The hot, coppery tang

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rested on a join in the door frame.

th the woman inside dying, he was out of options.

tearing metal filled the air. The door, which hadn'

n hands as if they belonged to someone else. He didn't know that my power

ious, and bleeding. And in the stunned silence, all eyes tur

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The White Wolf's Secret: His Unexpected Luna

JENNIFER JARVIS Werewolf

“I am only three years old, but I have the ancient soul of a Seer and the monstrous strength of a warrior. When my caretaker died, he gave me a blood-pact stone and told me to find my new guardian, Ryker Blackwood. I crossed the dangerous forest alone. I even slaughtered three massive rogues with a silver dagger and healed a dying noblewoman along the way. But when I finally tracked Ryker down in the pack market, he wasn't the strong protector I was promised. He was a disgraced outcast, kneeling in the dirt, bound with burning wolfsbane ropes. The pack's cruel enforcer was raising a silver whip to sever his leg for unpaid debts, while the entire crowd jeered and called him useless trash. He was utterly broken, penniless, and couldn't even defend himself, let alone protect a child. Silas had sworn Ryker was a good man. How could this pathetic, hated pariah be my destined guardian? Yet, seeing them humiliate Silas's only friend ignited a cold fury in my ancient wolf. I stepped out from the crowd, a tiny silver-haired pup facing down the pack's most feared enforcer. "Stop. You are not worthy to punish him." I exposed her darkest secret to the whole market, shattered Ryker's chains, and decided to save this broken man-even if my kraken-like appetite meant he'd have to hunt monsters just to afford my dinner.”