A/N: Ok, as promised here is part of my plot as to why Thomas "decided" to act like an asshole. It is not fully disclosed in this extra, but it will be in another extra and then how he tries to fight the bond.

Also, Kerri is just following orders (you'll understand more when you read it). I am thinking of making a book or two about Kerri and what she had to face because I think I will enjoy writing it. There are some hints in the book for the second book. Can you see any? Are there any theories as to why this has happened and how it relates back to the plot of the first and second book? Anything at all?

Peace out Fluffy Munchkins

~Rissa

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I ran to the person that I knew that would be able to help me. Fear nipped at my heels, and I prayed to the Goddess that what I had been dreamt of was not true.

I prayed that what I had done in the past did not only affect my race but the other races as well. I knew that I shouldn't have gotten everyone to hate the White Wolf again, but I did. I helped restart the group that wanted to kill the White Wolf just because I wanted revenge. I wanted revenge against the current White Wolf, but I didn't realize that the pain of hurting her would cause more damage than not.

"Adamma," I breathed out, pushing into the room that I knew that she would be in. If anyone knew what was going to happen, then it would be the one person that had lived through multiple White Wolves.

"I told you that she would come," a voice that I wasn't expecting said. The voice was cold, and I could hear a wave of underlying anger in her tone, and I flinched. Power filled the room as two of the most powerful Wolves stood in it, creating the room to feel a little claustrophobic.

I turned behind me to see a female with blonde hair and golden brown eyes staring at me, a hard look in her eyes. I cringed, hating the fact that this female was scowling because I knew that she was mad at me. "Christine," I breathed out, and the female smirked. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel myself start to panic.

"I would say that it was nice to see you, again, Kerri if it isn't for the fact that you tried to kill me." She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth. Her gaze was hard, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was ever soft.

"It's not my fault," I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to keep myself from shaking, but I couldn't help it. I was afraid of her because the last I had seen her was when my great grandfather had cursed me. "How was I supposed to kno-"

"You could have let me talk before you tried to kill me," she boomed, and the whole ground shook. She grunted and shoved Addama's hand off of her shoulder. "The whole thing was going according to plan until you showed up." She clapped her hands, slowly and shook her head, a grim smile on her face. "And you gave that group the power to restart. You gave them the power to turn the White Wolves back to evil and be viewed as evil. We were so close to defeating them and getting the pendants."

I looked down, tears welling in my eyes. My heart ached I lost my mate because I had thought he was cheating on me. I lost the respect of the community and was forced to live life on my own with my own nightmares haunting me. "How was I supposed to know tha-"

"You listen to the stories that your great-grandfather has tried to tell you. You should have asked for guidance before going off the deep end! Now, look where we are at." She moved a hand through her hair and shook her head, blinking back tears. "And now, my granddaughter and her mate are going to face this stupid group without what was going to be blessed with them." She cleared her throat and looked down, a lone tear falling from her eyes. "And, my only child, my daughter and son in law are going to have to be used as a sacrifice to help make it right."

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I stared at this female in shock. My throat was dry, and I couldn't help what lead her to say that. I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to know. I made too many mistakes, and I didn't know if I could ever make another one that would lead to someone else's death.

Christine studied me and gestured towards a seat. She sat down when I did and looked at her trusted friend. Pain flickered through her eyes, and she nodded her head before looking back at me. "I need a spell," she said, leaning forward and studying me with those eyes that could look into one's soul.

I blinked and waited for her to say which spell and why she hadn't asked my great grandfather. A part of me thought that maybe she just wanted me to suffer because whatever spell she chose for me to do could lead to more years with this insanity.

"You are still a respected member in the group, correct?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or do they hate you?"

I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out. A grateful smile appeared on my face when Addama handed me bottled water and took a sip out of it. "I have moved away from the group," I said, finally. "Two hundred years ago."

"But, they still contact you. Correct?"

I hesitated but nodded. I had a feeling that I knew where she was going with this and prayed that it wasn't so. If I did this, then I knew that I would never be accepted back into the clan. The mark on my shoulder burned, and I hissed in pain.

Christine hesitated but placed a hand over my mark, the mark that I had received and was pronounced a traitor. Warmth flooded through it, and the pain stopped. "Your great-grandfather wants you to do it," she said, furrowing her brows. She leaned back in her seat and studied me. "He does care about you, more than your parents do."

I looked at my hands and watched as they shook. "But, what if I do not get accepted back?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What if they bind me another thousand years of misery?"

"Considering that these two are power Werewolves, then that will not happen," Addama said, and I looked at her in confusion. She nodded her head, and I knew that she was agreeing with my silent question. "A White Wolf and a Black Wolf have been born at the same time. Both of them have two powers each."

"If they fall into the wrong hands, then it is goodbye world as we know it," Christine said, and I looked at her. She moved a strand of graying hair behind her ear, and I could see the tired look in her eyes. "Or if their kid falls into the wrong hands."

"So, you want me to do a spell. What type of spell?"

"I want you to do a spell that turns the whole pack against my granddaughter," Christine said. She held up a hand, stopping me from talking. "There will be a few people that will be stronger than the spell. Those people will help her out when she needs it the most."

"Her mate?"

Christine smiled bitterly and shook her head, and my heart dropped. "They need to be broken and admit that they are broken. Their love will be purer than the bond that the Goddess had created for them and stronger."

"They will need it," Addama said, looking at a glass of water. Her eyes flickered this way and that, and I couldn't help but wonder what she saw. "The future is dark for them with a glimmer of hope."

"I think, well I hope, that he is strong enough to fight the spell until later on in their life. I do not know what the Goddess has planned for them," Christine said. "I hope that they will not hurt each other, but I can not see the future." She nodded to Addama. "And she can only see bits and pieces of it."

I chewed my lip and nodded my head. I knew that I was going to be ruining another relationship, but I prayed that what Christine had said would be true. I hope that their bond would be strong enough to withstand this. "What if they are not strong enough?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"They are not strong enough apart," Christine said. "I am hoping that the spell will show them that they need each other to survive and that it doesn't matter what others think. I am praying that they might become broken but that they will be able to fix each other."

"If they don't?"

"Then, the world ends, and we are all dead."

I nodded again and moved a hand through my hair. I was going to do whatever it takes to make sure that they both survive this. I was going to do whatever it takes to make sure that they love each other and value their relationship. "I will do it," I said, softly. I looked at Christine with a new determination in my eyes. "But, I want to help train the next White Wolf. I want to prove to myself that people can change."

And, whatever it takes, I was going to change for the better. I was going to prove to myself that I can and will be accepted back into my clan. I will prove to myself that my past doesn't define my future. I will prove that White Wolves were in fact and kill those that say differently.

Whatever it takes, I will do it.