The wolf standing behind Agra was unlike anything he had ever come across. It couldn't be classified as a werewolf as its form was purely natural, a snow mountain wolf, but its sheer size placed it beyond ordinary beasts.
Its body was massive, towering like a living monument carved from ice and moonlight, every muscle rippling beneath a coat of pure white fur that shimmered with an ethereal glow.
Its eyes were not the yellow of omegas nor the blue of pack wolve, they burned with a whitish radiance, cold and unyielding, as though the goddess of the moon herself had lent it her gaze.
Agra remained stiffened as the pressure rolling off the creature was suffocating, heavier than anything he had felt before.
It didn't bare any corrupted energy, there was no foul taint clinging to its aura, only a more primal raw force that bent the air and made the ground tremble beneath its paws.
Each breath it released steamed in the cold air, carrying the scent of snow and iron and, compared to the werewolves he had seen back at camp, this wolf was terrifying beyond measure. Its presence alone was enough to silence the forest as though every tree and shadow bowed to its dominion.
Its gaze swept across the clearing, lingering on the carcasses of the dead dream trees before returning back to Agra. A flicker of confusion shimmered in its pale eyes,as if it hadn't expected Agra to have felled such creatures alone. That doubt seemed to drive it forward, each step slow and deliberate, the kind of movement only a predator makes when closing in on prey. Careful and precise, not to spook the prey and make it bolt.
Agra's body stiffened under the weight of its approach. He willed his legs to move, commanded his muscles to obey, but they betrayed him.
His breath caught, his chest tightened, and with every heartbeat, the wolf drew closer, its massive frame blotting out the world around him.
Panic surged. He staggered back, his heel catching on a root that tripped and forced him to crash hard onto the cold earth and making the wolf to catch up quick and loomed above him, jaws parting to reveal silvered fangs that gleamed like razors in the dim light.
Each exhale washed over him, hot and metallic, carrying the scent of iron and snow.
Agra's heart thundered, this was it, this was the end. He was certain of it as the wolf's jaw was right in front of his head, ready to bite his neck of as a predator as it was.But instead, the wolf lowered its head. Its breath brushed against his skin as it sniffed sharply, circling his face and chest, testing him, searching for something hidden beneath his flesh.
Agra's fear spiked, his thoughts shattered, yet the bite... never came.
The wolf pulled back. Its eyes locked onto his once more with perplexity, confusion, a silent question brightening in its expression.
It looked again to the fallen dream trees, then back to Agra as though trying to reconcile what it saw with what it believed. But noticing the pressure pressing down on Agra, something strange began to stir within the wolf itself.
Its colossal frame trembled, the ethereal glow of its fur flickering as though the moonlight woven into its body was unraveling. The suffocating aura that had bent the air and silenced the forest began to coil inward, folding back into the beast.
Its muscles quivered, its breath grew ragged, and the whitish radiance in its eyes pulsed erratically, as if struggling against its own nature.
Then, before Agra's stunned gaze, the monument of ice and moonlight began to collapse as massive shoulders shrank, fur receded like melting frost, claws retracted, and the towering predator folded in on itself.
The primal force did not vanish, it condensed, sharper, more focused, until the beast's outline blurred and reshaped.
The wolf was gone and in its place stood a humanoid being, a girl.
She looked to be of Agra's age, her figure slender yet carrying the same quiet strength that had radiated from the wolf.
Her hair spilled down in waves as white as snow, catching the dim light like strands of frozen silk. Her eyes, still slightly glowing with that whitish radiance, held the same cold, unyielding gaze that had frozen the forest moments before. Yet now framed by a human face, that seemed almost divine, like the moon itself had chosen her as its vessel.
Her skin was pale, luminous against the darkness of the clearing, and every movement she made carried an elegance too precise, too deliberate, as though the predator's grace had been distilled into human form.
Thousands of questions were running through Agra's mind, each clawing for an answer.
This was wrong. Something wasn't right.
Werewolves were supposed to be monsters, terrifying, corrupted forms that could frighten anyone to death. Never had he heard of one taking a natural wolf, no matter how gigantic they might look and yet, he had witnessed the event with his own eyes.
The girl stepped closer, her pale figure gliding with the same predator's grace the wolf had carried. Agra was still sprawled on the ground, his breath shallow, his body trembling, yet she leaned down until her face hovered just above his.
Their eyes locked at a distance so close it felt suffocating, almost intimate, as though she might kiss him, but the confusion etched across her features was unmistakable.
Her glowing eyes narrowed, not in malice, but in puzzlement, as if she were trying to reconcile what she saw with what she expected. She inhaled sharply, taking another sniff around him, circling his scent like the wolf had done moments before and then, her lips parted slowly, her voice soft but edged with surprise:
"But you are just a puppy." She spoke, the words hanging in the air, heavy and dismissive, stripping away the terror of the moment and replacing it with something far more unsettling.
"Hey, My name if Luna White. Would you like to be my Alpha?" The girl spoke. Leaving Agra completely speechless as the system screen dangled in front of his eyes.
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I'm sorry that it took me too long to update. I've been busy with exams but I'm done and expect a daily update of at least 2 chapters