The White Wolf (Book One)
Chapter 28. The Oracles and White Wolves.

(Note the Depiction of Greek Gods are changed slightly to fit my story. They are not 100% accurate)

Isla POV

I had spent a week planning and using all the volunteers to replace ideas for the Celebration. I was flustered and I hadn't seen, Clayton, I feel as if he is avoiding me, I wonder why.

I have this intense internal fear that he is hiding something from me.

I will give the man some space, right now its night time and I was headed towards the Library where I had my office, it had a large table with my Laptop and multiple plans spread across the large rounded center table, I was so proud of my table, it was one that resembled King Arthurs round table, there were large couches and chairs designed for comfort spread across the room as well, It was perfect for larger intimate gatherings, which happened often, the room bustled with voices discussing ideas and papers spread all over the place, I loved the fact that it was so busy, although it would tire me out.

I had set up shop there for the purposes of the Celebrations but I found the library empty tonight, a sigh of relief left my lips, honestly I only wanted to be left alone right now. I had put Crassus into bed after he ate and bathed.

I had to chase the naked three year old around the entire room just so that he could put on his underwear, he squealed and bolted for the door as soon as he noticed I couldn't catch him, after many negotiations and curse words we came to an agreement that he would only have to wear underwear if it was an important event as he hated underwear and hid them everywhere so he wouldn't have to wear them.

I was not prepared for the workload of a Luna let alone a Mother. I sighed and sat down at my desk rubbing my temples and sinking deep into the chair as I opened my eyes I saw a very old book laid on my Laptop and It had a note neatly laid ontop.

I picked up the book and found it was written in Greek I was intrigued by the Book Immediately and I opened the note as gently as I could and it read...

My love.

This book came from The Oracle at The Council.

She requested you to read it.

Ps. I love you.

See you tonight.

Love C

Short and sweet is how I would describe the note, I felt excited far too excited than I should be at a simple book but I was not a simple woman. The oracle sent me this book because she wanted me to know, to know what I was and how I came to be here, I wanted to know so I opened the Book and it was in English, relieved I read the first page.

The History of the Immortals

I was instantly drawn to the fact that there was no date stamped within the book and the book smelled of dust as I paged through the book to the Index, Interested in replaceing out as to what chapters lay ahead, I was Intrigued with the Chapter on Oracles but I was more drawn to the Goddess of the Night, Nyx.

I assume it was she who blessed me with my gift and had chosen me to “re-start” a species that had been annihilated many years ago, maybe if I read about her I could understand what I am and what my purpose is.

I traveled to the page of Nyx and started reading.

Nyx the Goddess is the personification of the Night, She is the Goddess of all those whom dwell within the Night. Nyx was at or near the beginning of creation and mothered other personified deities such as Hypnos (Sleep) and Thanatos (Death), with Erebus (Darkness), She is the first child of Khaos, the first of all the Deities, She is the Sister of Gaia, Tartarus and Arabus. They all shaped the World together.

She is Depicted as a Shadow form ‘the Night’ that surrounds us all and in Physical form, she is a winged Goddess with wings as black as Night, her beauty is rivaled only by the Moon and Stars as there is none that can compare.

Although she is of Darkness, it does not dwell within her as She is not ruled by it. Mortals whom she deemed worthy were blessed with precious gifts and some received curses.

She is the Mother of The Creatures within the world as we know it.

She is not a vengeful Goddess but a Caring Goddess although She may seem menacing but she is not to be trifled with. She is feared by Zeus as she is older and far more powerful than him, as his Aunt she will remain more powerful than he although she is not of an Evil Nature, she is a Mysterious Goddess as her blessings choose to live within the shadows and Darkest corners of nature and her Blessings run free there in ignorant bliss, Within the day they are safe within human forms.

She created vampires as a Curse to a king of old hungry for Blood and Vengeance. He craved only blood and killed Mercilessly, He became a Monster. As the Centuries passed He became lonely he pleaded with Nyx to bless him with a partner so that he may live in peace for eternity and so she gave him the power to spread his curse and so the Vampire clans were formed under the Rule of their King. A King that may never replace love, but he can create a family.

She Cursed a Hunter for killing her beloved wolves. He was to turn into a Wolf every night and wreak havoc on all he loved. He lived and withered within a cave far within the desert for a century, He begged and pleaded for the Goddess to end his suffering and loneliness and end his life. She declined saying ” A wolf is the protector and a vital part of the forest, They are feared and respected and kill only when needed, Their nature mimics my own. So I will Bless you my Child with a Mate. you will be the Father of a nation and she the Mother. You are Darkness and she Light. I will bless her with Magnificent gifts and your Children will be the protectors of the woods and forests”. and so the Deity places blessings upon the Werewolf

The Stories of how all Supernaturals had come to be had me enveloped within its pages and I read intently. I had not yet come across the part of the white wolves yet but I was deep into the book, I only looked up once when my neck started paining and I realized it was already Midnight closing the book with a marker to mark my spot and walked lazily to my room. Leaving the book behind.

I reached our room with a sigh and sank into the sheets. Clayton laid in bed and was busy on his phone and looked at me. ” Tough day?” he whispered as he came closer to me for a kiss and a hug. ” Yes, my Love. A long and terribly busy day ” I spoke in a fake British accent, I received a chuckle from him and a soft kiss on the cheek.

I laid on my side kicking my shoes off and looked at him again.

” Clayton, Can I ask you a question?”.

My request had him frozen in place, this was a curious response.

” Wh.. what would you like to know my Love” he coughed through the response.

He is being very suspicious. Something smells fishy...