Her broken soul

grey. My father, being a direct descendant of the original Arctic wolves, is pure white, while my mother is more of a very light grey. I hope we end up somewhere in the middle, even a dirty white w

extreme mutt-ness

ays. We creep closer to the edge and finally stick our head over the water. Gold. All I see is gold. Golden eyes in a golden face on golden chest and legs. I shake our head and blink our eyes. I l

s happening?" I'm so freaked out that I can't avoid becoming more hysterical. "Calm down Renata, and I will explain," Adira, still calm, even though I think our world

s creations correlated to an actual animal to help with blending in and possibly mating if a mate wasn't found. Each set of wolves also a specific gift gift as well. Grey wolves were the biggest and strongest with the keenest senses. Great for protecting their territory," Adira tells me. "Then there are the Timber wolves; smaller, faster, smarter than the grey's. These are the ones who eventually develop all the technology for the packs. Black wolves are the one of the rarest because they were nearly wiped out early on. They were the ones who dream walked but tended to get lost in

y was a real gift only Arctic wolves could do," I admit. "Time and mating between packs have watered down the original gift. When a pup is born to parents from different breeds, the gift is often a mutate

ing. It's to ensure the strongest genes get passed to the future Alpha. Keep it pure and all that royal bullshit," she says with a smirk. "They didn't follow the Goddess plan to find the one meant just for them. They u

e. "Okay. I'm with the history lesson so far. Random mating, random wolves, random gifts. But it doesn't explain why I'm a wolf that didn't exist in the beginning," I whine. "I'm getting there. Just hold your impatient tail still," Adira snaps. "Now where was I? Oh yes random breeding," she giggl