Chapter two

Years had passed, and Heaven had grown into a young woman. Her face had lost the roundness of childhood, and now had sharp angles and defined lines. Her almond-shaped eyes were deep pools of brown, reflecting a quiet strength that belied her gentle nature. Her full lips curved into a soft smile, and her high cheekbones gave her face an ethereal quality.

Her physique was lithe and graceful, like a dancer's. Her movements were fluid and effortless, each step a testament to her natural poise. Her body was slender but strong, like a willow tree swaying in the breeze. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, like porcelain, and her hair was long and silky, flowing down her back like a river of ebony.

But despite her beauty, Heaven carried a weight within her. The memory of that night in the forest haunted her, and she often found herself staring out into the night sky, wondering about the creature that had saved her life. She knew that he was real, that he existed beyond the realm of human understanding.

Heaven had so many questions about the white werewolf that had saved her life all those years ago, but she didn't know where to start. She didn't know anyone who had ever encountered a creature like that, and she didn't want to be dismissed as crazy if she brought it up.

One day, as she walked past the library in her town, Heaven felt a sudden impulse to go inside. She had never been much of a reader, but she had a feeling that the answers she was seeking might be found within the pages of a book.

She walked down the aisles of the library, scanning the titles for anything related to werewolves. She found a few books that caught her eye and checked them out, eager to start her research.

For weeks, Heaven spent every spare moment poring over the books, taking notes and absorbing as much information as she could. She read about the myths and legends surrounding werewolves, their origins, and their behavior.

As Heaven was engrossed in her research, she heard a knock on the door of her apartment. When she opened it, she was surprised to see the woman who had adopted her all those years ago standing there, scowling.

"What do you want?" Heaven asked warily.

"I need some money," the woman snapped. "You owe me for taking care of you all those years."

Heaven's heart sank. She had always known that the woman had never truly cared for her, but she had hoped that their relationship could at least be civil.

"I don't have any money," she said quietly.

"Stop lying!" the woman yelled. "You've got a good job now; I know you can spare something."

Heaven felt her anger rising. She had worked hard to get where she was, and she didn't owe this woman anything. But then, the woman continued to spew hurtful words, telling Heaven that she should be grateful that someone had taken her in when she was a helpless child. Heaven felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

With shaking hands, she pulled out her wallet and handed the woman the little bit of cash she had. It wasn't much, but it was everything she had saved up for months.

The woman sneered at her as she took the money. "This is nothing. You owe me so much more," she hissed before turning on her heel and storming out of the apartment.

Heaven wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. As she turned around to head back to her desk, she heard a loud rustle of wind by the window. It was like something had just passed, but when she looked, she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Confused, she walked over to the window and peered outside. It was dark, and the street below was deserted. She shrugged it off as a figment of her imagination and turned back to her research.

But as she read through the pages of her book, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was watching her. She looked around the room, but everything was still and quiet.

Just as she was about to dismiss it as paranoia, she heard a soft growl coming from outside her window. It was low and menacing, sending shivers down her spine.

Heaven's heart raced as she backed away from the window, feeling a sudden sense of danger. She wondered if the white werewolf had returned, and if he had come to protect her once again.

"Heaven! Come down here!"

Heaven wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She walked down the stairs to the first floor, where the woman who had raised her was standing by the front door.

"What do you want now?" Heaven asked, still feeling angry and hurt.

"Someone left a package for you," the woman said gruffly, holding out a small cardboard box. "It's on the table."

Heaven hesitated, wondering who could have sent her a package. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she walked over to the table and picked up the box.

It was addressed to her, but there was no return address. She tore open the wrapping paper and gasped at what she saw inside.

She found an old book with a worn leather cover. On the front page, she saw the title: "Silver Fang: The Tale of a White-Haired Wolf." Her heart skipped a beat. This was exactly what she had been searching for.

But who had sent it to her? And why?

Heaven couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this book than met the eye. She opened it to the first page and began to read, losing herself in the story of a mysterious white-haired wolf. As she read, Heaven couldn't help but wonder who had delivered the book to her. Was it a coincidence, or was someone trying to send her a message? She resolved to find out, determined to uncover the truth behind the book's delivery.

"You're always lost in your own little world, Heaven," her aunt said, rolling her eyes. "There's no such thing as werewolves or white-haired wolves. It's all just made-up nonsense."

Heaven bit her tongue, not wanting to argue with her aunt. She knew what she had seen that night in the forest, and she refused to let anyone else convince her otherwise.

Heaven returned to her room, feeling uneasy. As she entered, she noticed that her window was now shut tight, despite her leaving it open earlier. She walked over to it and saw a small note left on the windowsill. It read "The time has come."

Heaven's heart began to race as fear coursed through her body. Her mind was racing with questions and possibilities. She began to pace back and forth in her room, talking to herself in a paranoid whisper. "Who could have left this note? How did they get into my room? What do they mean by 'the time has come'? Are they watching me right now?"

She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, and the thought sent shivers down her spine. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she couldn't ignore the note. She had to find out w

hat it meant and who was behind it.