AVA

With eyes wide open, I blinked in bafflement. Did I just hear him say 'Mine'—that I was his possession?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I hissed. My mind finally cleared as his words registered in my brain.

"Mine..." he groused, his nose flaring as he whiffed my hair.

"Get off me, you brute beast! I told you that I'm not yours!" I insisted as I wiggled my way out of him, trying to push him away.

His expression twisted into a furious scowl, and before I could react, he pinned my hands above my head. I struggled against his hold, but it was like fighting a brick wall. He leaned in close, his breath hot on my skin as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Mine! You're my mate!" he growled.

My heart stuttered at the word, and suddenly everything made sense. I recognized how the man's eyes crinkled at the corners, the sound of his voice, and the scent that clung to him like a second skin.

He was my mate, and I was his.

'Oh, Goddess! I found my mate!'

The base of my spine tingled with warmth, and I felt a chill travel up my body. In my mind, I kept hearing the word "mate" repeated over and over again. It was barely audible, but I could make out enough to know that my wolf was emerging from its den.

As if sensing my realization, a jolt of electricity shot through my body, leaving me gasping for breath. The mate bond drew me towards him, sucking me in as I again became lost in his eyes. As I stared into his piercing eyes, I forgot about everything else around us. But something dark and dangerous lurking beneath the surface of this stranger's beauty and power sent a chill down my spine.

The weight of his naked body on top of mine made me squirm uncomfortably. My heart raced as I realized I had never been in such an intimate situation. The fact that he was my mate didn't make it any less awkward. I bit my lip nervously and tried to think of something to say to break the tension.

"Er, uu, them..." I muttered, feeling a blush creeping up my neck.

He must have sensed my unease because he quickly got off me and pulled on a pair of shorts. I quickly turned away because I didn't want to see more of his naked body. But as he turned around, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his muscular backside. I immediately turned my head, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

'He has a nice ass, though,' I thought, my mind wandering to places it shouldn't be.

He turned to face me, and his eyes narrowed. I averted my gaze away from him and nipped my inside cheek.

'Goddess! What am I thinking?' I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but the image of his toned body burned into my mind.

I had never felt this way before, but I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward him. As he walked away, his back muscles rippled with each step, I couldn't help but imagine all the sinful things I wanted him to do to me.

"Let's go," he said, interrupting my thoughts.

I scrambled to my feet, feeling a little dizzy as I tried to shake off the lustful thoughts clouding my mind. He didn't even offer to help me up, striding away from me as if nothing had happened. I sat there momentarily, staring at his retreating figure in disbelief.

How can he be so insensitive and rude after what just happened?

"Oh, who said I was going with you? I don't know where you're taking me, so I'm not going with you." I protested, planting my feet firmly on the ground, determined not to let this stranger take me anywhere, even if he claimed to be my mate.

His gaze turned steely, and I could see the anger simmering below the surface.

"You are going with me, Mate. Don't make me repeat myself," he growled through gritted teeth, the veins in his arms bulging as he tried to control his temper.

"I said I'm not going anywhere with you," I reiterated, my voice rising in defiance as I glared at him.

He stood there for a moment, his jaw clenched tightly, before turning to exchange a few words with the other man standing nearby. I watched as they spoke in hushed tones, wondering what they could discuss about me.

As he tried to control his wolf, all of a sudden, his eyes started to flash from blue to gold. I took a step back, wary of what might happen next.

After a few seconds, his eyes changed to their usual blue colour, and he walked purposefully over to me. I attempted to retreat, but he moved too quickly and threw me over his shoulder like a potato sack.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, pounding my fists against his broad back. "Get me down, you monster! I'm not coming with you!" But he didn't seem to budge, and I soon gave up, wincing at the pain in my hands.

'Oww! Why does his skin have to be made of metal?' I cried mentally as I rotated my wrist, feeling the pressure in my wrist.

"What made you silent? Aw, sweetheart, did the cat get your tongue?" he taunted, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"I'm not your sweetheart, so don't call me that!" I snapped, my tone sharp and defensive.

He slapped my buttocks and rested his arms on their undersides. "I'm sorry, but I don't take orders from rogues," he retorted, his voice laced with venom.

Turning to face him, I argued back, "I'm lost! And I'm not a rogue!" I wiggled my body to escape his hold, but he held me tightly. "Get me down, will you?!"

"Lost?" he repeated skeptically. "So, wandering around in our pack's borders doesn't make you a rogue?" The man gruffly chuckled.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes! I just happened to stumble into your pack's territory since I lost my way in the woods.

"I damn well know what that fucking means. You don't have to tell it to me as though it came from a fucking dictionary, swot," my claimed mate cut me off as he rolled his eyes.

My cheeks blushed at his statement. I was so taken aback by it that it was the first time I found myself lost for words. Sighing exasperatedly, I struggled to move out of his grip. He noticed my eagerness to flee when he grasped me tightly.

Huffing out loud, I pleaded, "Will you put me down? I have a pair of legs and feet. And I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"And have you running away from me? Nope," he replied curtly, his hold on me unrelenting.

'Jerkass!' I thought to myself.

"Fine! If that's the case, where are you taking me then?" I asked, my voice laced with resignation.

"Back to the pack house," he answered, and my body stiffened with apprehension.

"No!" My body tensed as soon as I heard it. Josh and his group of friends might still be there! I couldn't afford to be back there!

Alarmed by it, I tried to wiggle from his grasp as I pleaded, "Please don't take me back there. I'm begging you."

"Relax, sweetheart. I'm going to take you back to the wolf pack up north," he assured me.

I felt a glimmer of hope as I realized he wasn't taking me back to my pack. However, as the realization of where he was taking me to set in, my heart began to race with fear.

The North Pack.

It was a legendary pack known for its immense power and feared alpha, who was said to be merciless and ruthless. The North Pack's Alpha had a reputation for executing trespassers without a second thought, and the stories of his many victims had spread far and wide. I couldn't bear the thought of becoming one of them.

Despite his fearsome reputation, I had never seen or heard what the alpha looked like. He was considered reclusive and kept his appearance hidden from outsiders whenever he left the pack. The unknown only added to my growing sense of dread.

"Please allow me to leave. I didn't intend to intrude, nor am I looking to cause any trouble. Please, I beg you! Don't bring me to your alpha, please. I don't want to die! He'll kill me!" I begged, my voice trembling with fear.

As soon as I mentioned the alpha, the man stiffened momentarily before eventually relaxing.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I was sure he could hear it. I was dangling over his broad shoulder like a rag doll, my legs and arms flailing helplessly. I had never felt so helpless in my life.

"Please," I begged, my voice shaking. "I'm not ready to die."

"Be quiet!" he barked, his voice laced with venom.

Tears stung my eyes as I tried to plead with him. "Please-"

"I said to fucking be quiet!" he growled, his grip tightening around me.

I fell silent, too scared to even breathe. I didn't want to anger him any further. My mind raced with various scenarios, but none were worth pondering. I was at the mercy of a stranger taking me to meet the most feared alpha in the world.

I couldn't help but feel like fate had betrayed me as we walked. Meeting your mate was supposed to be the most magical moment of your life, filled with love and joy. But instead, I was being carried away like a criminal to meet my fate.

"What will the Alpha of the North Pack do to me? Will he kill me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Fear gripped me so tightly that I could scarcely breathe.

"You can't let him kill me. You're my mate," I pleaded, desperate for reassurance.

But he still didn't answer.

He didn't answer me. Instead, we walked in silence, with only the sound of our footsteps echoing through the trees.

"Hey, stranger! Can you please answer me?" I shouted, my fear and frustration boiling over.

And yet, there was still no response.

I pouted, feeling like a child throwing a tantrum. I knew it was useless, but I couldn't help it. Eventually, we emerged from the woods and began walking up a flight of steps. My heart was in my throat as I realized we were getting closer to my fate.

The world spun around me as the brute marched me into a village. A few faces looked in my direction, their expressions a mix of curiosity and fear. I struggled to keep my bearings, feeling nauseous and lightheaded from the rough handling. He treaded toward an old hut, dragged me up a flight of stairs and into a room, dropping me unceremoniously on the floor.

I took a moment to steady myself, focusing on the cold, hard ground beneath me. Gradually, my vision cleared, and I looked up, my eyes settling on the man who had taken me. I glared at him, my mind racing with fear and confusion. I had expected to face the alpha, not to be manhandled by some stranger.

"Hey, mongrel! Why did you bring me here?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the quivering in my stomach.

"Because you're my mate," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "You'll stay here from now on."

I shook my head in disbelief. Contesting with him, I answered, "What? No! I'm not going to stay here! I need to leave!"

Quickly, I bolstered through the door, but he slammed it and pushed me up against it before I could get out. I gasped as his body pressed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. His hot breath tickled my neck as he leaned closer, taking in my scent.

"If I were you, I'd accept it sooner," he whispered, his lips brushing my earlobe. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through my body, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I struggled to resist, but I couldn't deny the primal desire that was building within me.

"I won't let you keep me here," I retorted, my fists clenching in anger.

"Oh, sweetheart. You don't know me well yet," he said, his eyes piercing into mine as he stepped away. "I can, and I will if I want to."

He pushed me aside and slipped out the door, locking it from the outside. I tried the doorknob, but it was no use. I banged my fists against the door, shouting for him to let me out.

"Let me out of here! Now!" I banged my fists against the door. "You can't keep me here!" I yelled, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear me.

As my frustration grew, I sank to the floor, resting my back against the door. I covered my face with my hands and took a deep breath to calm myself down.

He brought me here for no apparent reason. What was his problem with me, anyway? And why was he treating me like this?

Shouldn't he have been more loving and understanding if he was really my mate? I had always imagined that finding my mate would be the most beautiful moment of my life, but this was far from it. Instead, I was trapped in this strange place, locked in a room by a man who claimed to be my destined mate. It felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on me.

I couldn't believe it.

All my life, I had been waiting for the moment I would finally meet my mate. I had always imagined it to be the most romantic and magical moment of my life, but this was far from it. When he declared me his mate, I thought he would ask me to go with him and shower him with his love and warmth. But instead, the man brought me back to the North Pack—his pack, which was against my will.

He then locked me in a room like I was more of a prisoner than his mate!

Did he even care about what I wanted?

Did he care about how scared and confused I was feeling?

I only wanted to return to my own pack and forget this had happened. But I couldn't deny that he had claimed me as his mate. Was that enough for me to stay with him and accept my fate? The uncertainty and confusion consumed me, leaving me with more questions than answers.

After all, he is my fated mate. That should mean something.

It had to mean something, right?

***

AVA

"Ugh! I hate you!" I yelled, swatting my hands on the edge of the bed.

I took in my surroundings as I stood alone after my unpleasant roommate left. The room looked like it belonged to a man, and the smell made it clear that it was his personal space.

The room was entirely devoid of colour, with only shades of grey and black undertones covering the walls. It lacked any personal touch, giving off a gloomy and sterile ambiance. The occupant seemed to prefer simplicity and minimalism, as evidenced by the few abstract paintings scattered around.

Even though it didn't have any decorations, this room was much better than the one I had been in before. It was the most pleasant space I had experienced, and I felt grateful not to be responsible for cleaning it.

This room might have looked depressing, but it was nowhere close to how sombre my 'room' was. It was the most pleasant room I have ever had the pleasure of being in, and I did not have to clean it.

"Um, hi..."

Right then, I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see a stunning girl standing in the doorway. She was of average height, about 5'4, with curly dark hair, caramel skin, and beautiful honey-brown eyes. Her white summer dress made her appear as though she were an angel.

Feeling self-conscious in my baggy clothes, I awkwardly waved and greeted her. "Er... Hi."

With a polite smile, the girl announced, "The al—I mean Jay—sent me to keep you company."

"Jay?" I asked, my confusion evident.

'Is that his name?' I pondered.

"Mm--mm, yes." Her hair was falling into her eyes, so she tucked it. "He brought you here, right?" she responded, eyeing me strangely.

Jay. At least now I had a name to attach to the man who left me stranded in this unfamiliar room. I couldn't help but feel annoyed as I recalled his earlier behaviour.

"Ah, yes...I guess." I muttered, mentally facepalming at my own forgetfulness.

She walked towards me and extended her hands. Smiling, she responded, "By the way, I'm Katie."

"Nice to meet you, Katie," I said, grabbing and shaking her hand. "I'm Ava."

She dropped her hands to the side and looked around the room. Drawing a sigh, she asked me, "Well, Ava, would you like a tour of the house?"

Uncertain but grateful for the offer, I hesitantly responded, "Sure."

"Great!" Katie exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.

As we strolled through the house, I couldn't help but feel the curious gazes of the pack members on me. I could almost sense their unspoken questions about why I was there. Like them, I wondered why this 'Jay' guy had brought me here. It was customary for mates to move in together once they found each other, but Jay hadn't even bothered to explain anything beyond those certain formalities aside from being my so-called mate.

While I walked through the pack members, I could feel the weight of their stares on the back of my head. Their whispers were barely audible, but I knew they were talking about me.

Trying to ease my discomfort, I turned to Katie and asked, "Hey, Katie, can I ask you why I'm here?"

"Everyone does," she replied, her smile a little uneasy. "You're the lu—I mean, you're Jay's mate."

What the heck? She must have been trying to keep something from me. All of them were, but I don't know what it was or why they were so secretive about it. She would begin to speak, only to pause in the middle of her thoughts and change her response.

'What is going on here? It's weird?' I asked myself as my eyes peered around the area.

"Anyway, speaking of your leader, where is the Alpha?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Um, he's away," Katie answered, avoiding eye contact. Her lie was transparent.

"You're lying," I noted, feeling a hint of frustration. Why couldn't anyone just tell me the truth?

"I'm sorry, but it's not my place to say anything about what you've asked," she said, her apologetic smile doing little to quell my frustration.

I was about to press further when Katie changed the subject. "Have you eaten? We can go to the kitchen and grab some food."

My stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food.

"Oh--okay. I can eat," I replied, trying not to sound too desperate. In reality, I was starving, and I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning.

As we entered the kitchen, the chatter and clatter abruptly ceased as all eyes turned to me. I could feel their eyes on me and moved uncomfortably, trying to hide behind Katie's frame.

"Don't mind them," Katie chimed in cheerily, trying to defuse the tension. She then yanked my hand and introduced me to the she-wolves in the kitchen, saying, "Everyone, this is Ava."

"Is she the one?" A haughty-looking girl sneered, giving me a judging head-to-toe look.

Katie stepped in before I could respond, introducing me with a gracious smile. I offered a timid wave, already feeling like an outsider.

"She seems ordinary and unsettling. Is she even a werewolf?" the girl snarled, shooting daggers my way.

I bristled at her harsh words. Who did she think she was?

"Stella, you know you shouldn't talk that way to Ava," Katie chided, her tone firm but gentle.

Stella spat back, "I can do whatever the fuck I want," her eyes blazing with hostility.

My stomach churned with unease as she rose from her seat and stalked towards me, circling me like a vulture eyeing its prey.

"Miserable human!" she sneered, disgust etched on her face.

I gritted my teeth, determined not to back down.

"For the record, I am not human," I muttered, hoping to catch her off guard.

"The heck was that? Oops, I couldn't quite catch that," she taunted, her voice dripping with venom.

"I said, I'm not a human," I repeated, this time with more conviction.

Stella raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. I could tell she didn't believe me, but I refused to let her intimidate me.

"You're weak and pathetic! You can never make him happy the way I do, Bitch!" She spoke softly and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I deserve him more than you do! So go back to the shit where you came from, a'right?" Her voice was sharp and venomous.

I couldn't believe it—he had slept with this whore.

As Stella's words sank in, a wave of shock and betrayal washed over me. I was frozen as I tried to process what she had just disclosed. The very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

How could he do this to me? I had been saving myself for my mate, and he couldn't keep it in his pants.

The pain of betrayal mixed with the rage boiling inside me. It was like something had taken over, and before I knew it, I had shoved Stella to the ground and unleashed my fury on her.

But my lack of fighting skills became apparent quickly as she flipped us over, and I was now the one on the receiving end of her powerful blows. Each hit felt like it was driving me closer and closer to the brink of unconsciousness, and I knew I was no match for her.

I tried to defend myself, but it was no use.

My wolf refused to come out, leaving me helpless in this fight. I was coughing up blood as she continued to pummel me with her fists, each hit sending waves of pain shooting through my body.

Trapped beneath her, Stella flipped me onto my belly and twisted my arms behind my back. The pain was excruciating, and I could feel my wrist giving way under pressure.

"Pathetic," Stella whispered before I heard a sickening snap in my bones.

The pain was indescribable, and I screamed out in agony. Tears blurred my vision as she got up and left me writhing in pain.

As I lay there, feeling helpless and alone, I couldn't help but wonder how it had all come to this.

Was it worth saving for a mate who couldn't keep it in his pants?

Was this what I deserved for believing in true love and loyalty?

"Oh, Goddess, Stella! What did you do?" someone shouted.

"What should I do then? Stand there and let her hurt me? The bitch attacked me! I had no choice but to defend myself," Stella retorted.

"But you didn't have to break her arm!" the woman countered, her voice laced with apprehension.

Katie dashed toward my spot and helped me sit upright. Biting my lips to stop myself from wincing, I held my broken arm close to my chest as tears streamed down my face. Despite the pain, I gripped my left hand with my right and snapped the bone back into place.

As my hand healed instantly, everyone looked at me in shock and wonder. I possessed rare powers that I had never revealed to anyone.

I could heal at a rate that had never been seen before and use my abilities to hurt others. Due to my fear and anxiety that others would attempt to take advantage of my talents, I avoided revealing them in public.

According to the ancient texts I had read, a powerful healer was born once every hundred years to bring peace to the world. I was born with the power to heal and protect.

"Good Goddess! How did you do that?" Katie asked, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Don't all werewolves heal?" I said, trying to play it cool and keep my secret hidden.

She squeaked, "Uh-huh! But we don't heal as fast as you do, Ava!"

I massaged my arm, feigning as though it still hurt and replied, "It's not that fully recovered—"

"What the hell is going on here?" An authoritative voice cut through the noise of the whirlwind of chaos I'd just started.

"That bitch attacked me! I was just trying to ask, and she punched me!" Stella's finger pointed accusingly in my direction as she darted into the protective embrace of my mate's arms.

'Huh, so the slut is a goddamn liar too? Well, that's just great!' I groaned mentally.

"It hurts, Jay!" Stella faced me again, grinning triumphantly, before burying her face in his chest.

My heart sank as I watched her cling to his arms with no resistance from him. A pang of jealousy shot through me as I stared at them; he wasn't even hugging her back, just staring at me with an unreadable expression.

I felt defeated and humiliated, wanting nothing more than to cry. But I refused to let anyone see my tears, so I gathered what little dignity I had left and quickly rose to my feet, rushing out of the room.

'Just what are you expecting, Ava? You've just known the man for less than a day!'

No, this was not another fairytale story. Sadly, this was how reality panned out. I have to admit that Stella had a point. Despite how hurtful it sounded, I had to accept it was true. I'm a she-wolf without a wolf.

Basically, I'm useless to any packs.

A sudden commotion interrupted my thoughts as I stepped outside to clear my head. A man burst through the door, cradling a small boy in his arms, his body covered in blood.

"God! What happened?" I asked, but he ignored me, rushing into the kitchen. Without hesitation, I followed him, pushing through the crowd gathered around the injured child.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing? The boy is in critical danger and needs a damn help, woman!" The man shouted at me.

"I can help him," I declared with conviction, leaning over to listen for his faint heartbeat.

Time was running out, and he wouldn't make it if he didn't receive medical attention soon.

AVA

"Please give me some space," I said, trying to create some distance between myself and others so that I could focus on healing the wounded child.

"Can you heal him?" the man worriedly asked.

"I have to check his vitals first, but I guarantee you I mean no harm to this boy," I retorted as I placed my hand on the boy's arms.

He gave me a nod and replied, "I'll hold on to your word, then." The man turned his back and instructed the onlookers to move out of the way.

As they moved back, I looked at the boy's wounds and gasped in horror. His left hip had been brutally bitten, with a chunk of flesh missing.

"Oh, dear! What happened to you?" I couldn't help but take pity on his state. He could die any minute if I didn't do something about his injuries immediately.

"Help! Please, it hurts!" the boy cried.

I patted his forehead and gave him a comforting smile. "Don't worry, kid. I've got you." Extending my left hand to him, I requested, "Hold my hand and close your eyes, okay?"

He bobbed as he jerked his head to the frontside and slipped his hand into mine.

I quickly put my hands over his wound and focused on improving him. I could feel a warm, tingling feeling in my hands as a yellow glow came from under them and wrapped around the boy.

Gripping his hand tightly, I watched in disbelief as the wound slowly closed, proof that my healing abilities were successful. I hadn't used them since I accidentally healed Caleb when I was only six years old. I had been too afraid to use them from then until now.

'Thank Goddess! It worked!' I couldn't help but be grateful to her.

Looking at the boy's peaceful face, I saw he was no longer in pain. But as I continued pouring my energy into him, I felt my life force draining away. I attempted to stop, but it was as if my hands were glued to the boy's hip.

Despite my efforts to pull away, the healing power only grew stronger, draining all of my energy and leaving me on the brink of unconsciousness. As black dots danced in front of my eyes, I knew I was being sucked into the veil of the void.

As I poured every ounce of my being into healing the injured boy, I didn't realize the toll it would take on me. My vision grew hazy, and I felt like slipping into an endless void. But just as I thought it was all over, a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist and yanked me away from the boy. The sudden separation caused a surge of energy to burst, knocking us all off our feet and onto the ground.

As I blinked away the blur in my eyes, I was securely held by someone beneath me.

But who was it?

I couldn't quite make out their faces, and soon the darkness beckoned to me once again, and I succumbed to its embrace.

When I finally came to, I found myself in an otherworldly space. It was as if I were standing in a vast expanse of pure white, with nothing and no one around me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had been transported to the afterlife and somehow ended up in purgatory.

Did I die? Was this some sort of hallucination?

My gaze fell to my body, and I was startled to see that I was clad in a long white gown. And then, as if by magic, a woman materialized before me. She was also dressed in white and positively radiated an ethereal glow.

"Hello, Ava," she greeted me with a kind smile and a graceful bow. "It's a pleasure meeting you finally, dear one."

"Who are you?" I straightened my back and looked around at the pure white foliage surrounding me.

"We've been waiting for you," she continued.

But instead of responding to her, my mind was spinning with questions. "What is this place? Why am I here? What happened?"

The ethereal woman's lips arched into a sweet smile. She stepped closer to me and held my hand. "You're in limbo between this world and the next. Those deserving a second chance are welcome here. Once I have enlightened you on your life's purpose, I'll send you back to the place of the living."

"Um, oh-kay," The words came out of my mouth with ambiguity.

Then the woman added, "You're not dead. Your body is just unresponsive, as if you're in a deep sleep that you can't wake up from,"

Despite my confusion, I nodded again, eager to understand why I was in the middle of death and life.

"My guess is that your power nearly killed you when you healed that boy," she said, her words more a statement than a question. My heart was racing, wondering how she knew what had happened to me.

"Wait, how did you find out?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"All knowledge is mine. You and your people aren't the first to face adversity like this." The woman gave me a knowing grin.

My brows furrowed. "Then you know about me?"

Her pearly white teeth flashed at me. "Of course, I know who you are, Ava. I've been watching you from up here, dear one." She brushed my cheeks and patted them. "You are an angel with the capacity for good and evil. Every century, angels such as yourself are born. Your mission on Earth is to spread peace to everyone. But be aware, Ava. There is a shadow within you that could destroy you. If you give in to that darkness, you risk wiping out all life on Earth," she explained with a hint of warning.

"I'm what? An angel?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.

She jerked her head back and forth. "That's right. It is also why your wolf is as white and pure as your heart. It stands for the good in you. Aside from yourself, there is no other white wolf anywhere."

"But I've never seen her. She left me." I murmured.

"Oh, let me help you with that," she said kindly, stepping closer to me. She placed her hand on my forehead, and suddenly I heard a voice in my head.

"Ava!"

It was her—my wolf.

"Do not forget, Ava, that you are no longer a part of that horrible pack. You are not to blame for your mother's untimely passing. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you'll have full control of your abilities. Whatever your future holds, I hope you'll live it with your purpose, Ava." She embraced me and then disappeared.

As I opened my eyes, I gasped for breath. I bolted upright from the ground where I'd been lying and found myself lost in Katie's warm, honey-brown gaze. She had a look of concern etched on her face as she pulled me into a tight hug, relieved that I was still breathing.

"You scared the hell out of me," she said, holding me close.

"I'm sorry," I replied sheepishly.

"We thought you had died! Your breathing almost stopped, Ava!" She continued, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm fine," I assured her, feeling better than I had in a long time. "I just lost consciousness after healing the child. Where is he? Is he okay?"

All of a sudden, Katie hugged me. "Yes! You saved him, Ava! The boy is fine now. But you don't have to worry about him anymore since the pack warriors took him to the clinic."

"That's good. At least he's safe now." I sighed in relief.

For the first time, I felt I had a purpose—something worth living for. I couldn't believe I would be able to help the kid. At first, I doubted my abilities, but as soon as I saw his wounds closing up with my power, I knew all of it was real.

After my conversation with the mysterious woman, my guilt over my mother's death was lifted, and it felt like a huge burden had been removed from my shoulders. I couldn't keep living with the guilt of something I didn't do.

And I swore that I wouldn't be the one responsible for the end of the world.

I scanned the room, hoping to see Jay, but he was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, I turned my attention back to Katie.

"By the way, Ava, what happened—" she began, but her words were drowned out by a piercing scream that came from deep within me.

"Gahh! Fuck!" I heard myself repeatedly scream, writhing in agony as I clutched my stomach. This was a kind of pain that I had never felt before, and I had no idea what was happening to me.

"Oh, shit! Are you okay?" Katie's voice was laced with concern, but it was clear that there was little she could do to help me.

Another wave of pain hit me, and I collapsed onto the floor as I felt a knife stabbing my spine. Bones were breaking inside me, rearranging themselves in a way that felt like torture. I knew at that moment that I was transforming into my wolf.

It was nothing like I had imagined before. When I met my wolf, I would've thought I'd be able to transform into her. However, she suddenly left me without even giving me a word. With that, I'd never expected to be in this state now or at least transform in front of the crowd.

I had heard it was painful, but this was beyond anything I could have prepared for.

My body contorted and shifted, with fur sprouting from my skin. My small nose elongated into a snout, and I found myself on all fours, towering over Katie. I looked at my white fur and stretched out a paw, still trying to get used to my new form.

"Oh, my God! Is this...your wolf, Ava?"

When I turned around, Katie had a look of awe on her face. I cocked my head to one side, growling, and sat glumly on the floor. She slowly approached me and ran her hands through my white-covered fur. She beamed at me as I purred loudly with pleasure.

"What's going on?" a voice demanded.

I turned to see the man I had seen with my mate. He was staring at me in disbelief, mouth agape. I was a massive wolf, standing just as tall as he was.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Katie said, beaming with pride.

The man parted his mouth. "Is that—"

Suddenly, my mate appeared in the doorway. "What is this commotion again?!" He halted in front of me, clearly taken aback by my wolfish appearance; however, his expression of surprise soon faded.

He walked over to me, and my wolf began to purr with delight.

'Mate! He's our mate!' She was even more excited than I was.

"Everyone, out! NOW! " he ordered, and they left the room immediately.

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