Chapter 19: The legend of the White wolf

For a couple of days, Erick had been busy taking care of the little wolf and also walking around to look for the plant.

He was glad that at least, he has someone to talk to, other than Dane. Even if the wolf could only growled and yipped out its answers.

For now, the wolf's injury was not as serious as before. It was lucky that it only sprained its hind leg, and there were no other visible wounds on its body. All Erick had to do was keep on retying its bandage and make sure it does not put any weight on its leg. The fact that Erick had always carried the wolf in his arms helped a lot in its healing process.

It was getting darker when Erick finally called it a day, he was walking towards the stream, about to get some water. He was cooking instant noodles again that night. It was then, he saw something in front of him. He could not be sure whether it was real or not.

'Huh, another wolf?' he thought, looking up.

Just across the stream, on the other side, stood a lone and large white wolf. It was bigger than the size of a normal wolf. It probably has the same size as Dane's.

It was a beautiful white wolf, white and pure as snow. Its mane looked shiny and clean, making it looked brighter against the dimmed sky. Its eyes were of clear amber colour; a tint of yellow copper with hues of green-hazel and brown. As their eyes met, Erick could see the reflective light casted from the wolf's irises, making it look more golden.

What Erick did not notice was that the wolf was actually translucent, a bit blurry. Currently, what Erick was seeing at that moment was a white wolf spirit, not a real wolf. He was too mesmerized and in awe at the sight of the white wolf. This was exactly the same white wolf spoken in legends. According to their history, a white wolf was rare, especially one with amber eyes.

Every few centuries, there were talks about how there were usually a white wolf that will appear in a pack. One should take note that all werewolves/shifters in a pack are usually brown, grey or black. Never white.

So far, Erick had never heard any news of an appearance of a white wolf in any pack. The latest news of its appearance was centuries ago. He believed that having a white wolf in a pack can be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was believed that they will bring prosperity, luck and wealth. A curse because whenever there is a white wolf appearing in a pack, it usually means that there will be a war or disaster about to happen.

Though, it was also said that only the white wolf was the one who can make everything alright. Historians of a pack once researched about the white wolf where they had believed that the white wolf was actually born from a Lycan. And its blood and mane colour were hereditary.

Lycan was another one from the legends. It was said that before werewolves exist, there were the lycans. They used to rule over the werewolves and had more power than the werewolves. And another thing that differentiates the lycans was their pure white fur.

Centuries ago, before the war that took place in Burkendall town, there was another huge war. That time, it was between the Lycans and the Hunters. Similarly before, humans and lycans used to roam the earth together in peace. But there were many anti-lycans who were jealous and fear the power of the lycans. They do not believe that lycans should be alive. These anti-lycans were worried that they would submit and perished under the lycan's rule. Hence, they pretended to befriend the lycans.

For many years, they had deceived the lycans into becoming their friends, before exterminating the whole lycan species. Only a few had escaped the massacre and hid among the humans, weakening their lycan powers because they had to suppress their inner lycans.

But years after in hiding, with the help of some helpful humans, who still believed that they can work and live together, the lycans rose up once more.

Unfortunately, without them realizing it, their lineage started to fade. This was because they had spent many years together with the humans, not just working and living together but also mating with them.

Soon after, the lycans diminished to a few. The appearance of the pure white fur of the lycans were rarely seen. Hence why most werewolves' furs were darken to grey, black and brown. And that is the werewolves of today.

Despite the fact that they were at peace with some humans, there were still some anti-lycans roaming around. Years after the great war, it was thought that there would no longer be more wars. But unfortunately, it was proved wrong when there were news of a town being destroyed. Town after town were destroyed. It was later found out that these anti-lycans thought the towns were hiding lycans.

Back then, the werewolves were not as strong as the lycans. They were more peaceful and decided to hide in the shadows. They always thought that they do not have the same powers as the great lycans. Even if there were less lycans, it was unsure whether they were still alive or not, at that time. Ashamed and weak, the werewolves back then, did not stood up to defend their honor and helped.

Until one day, one werewolf, stood alone, amidst the crowd. Furious at how these anti-lycans had insulted his heritage and race, he declared war against these anti-lycans. He was one of the Alpha of a pack in a Southern country. Standing before the faces of the anti-lycans and much to everyone's shock, he shifted into a werewolf. What comes next, shocked everyone more. Instead of the usual grey, brown or black fur, the werewolf in front of them were of magnificent white. The eyes of the werewolf were the colour of the brilliant blue; clear blue like the impeccable sky.

After watching the Alpha killing off some of the anti-lycans, it was then they realized that the werewolf was different from them. It has faster healing abilities, seeing how the Alpha's wounds from the fight speedily healed and its speed and power were doubled, compared to werewolves. They further realized that this Alpha was a lycan. To be exact, one of the descendents or those who inherit the lycans.

With a roar from the Alpha, the other werewolves became more motivated and their belief in their strength soared. They, soon, followed the Alpha's lead. To their surprised delight, there were also some humans who had joined in the fight. They, too, were angered at the fact that the anti-lycans were too absorbed into their hatred for lycans, that they would also killed their fellow humans.

The war took two years to end.

The werewolves and the humans soon won the war against the anti-lycans. It was a devastating war where hundreds of thousands were killed and injured. Towns slowly disappearing after being destroyed. And the werewolves themselves slowly kept to themselves, not wanting to add more to the destruction. Even if they won the war, it had weakened the powers of the werewolves badly.

The Alpha who had inherited the lycan's power has also slowly disappear. After the war, he and his pack had moved away from the town they lived before. It was unsure whether he was still alive or not but he had left great stories behind. And also hope that should not have died.

There were rumours of where people had seen many white wolves but they were just normal wolves, not werewolves. So, now, even if some people lived together harmoniously with some shifters. It was not the same for everyone, and this includes the Kendalls. Even if there were some people who knew about the shifters, it was kept quiet.

Hence why Erick fell speechless when he caught sight of the white wolf. He shook his head and closed his eyes, thinking, 'Could it be real? How can it be?'

But when he opened his eyes, the white wolf was gone. Erick frowned. 'Was it really my imagination?' he thought to himself.