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White Wolves.

We were like the angels of the Lycan society. My family and I were called the oracle, there were eight of us each. We were supposed to watch over and help the packs in the territories assigned to us.

North, northwest, south, southeast and so on, it was like we were the government.

Who elected us you might ask.
Its the Moon Goddess herself. We were born, but only from a pure white wolf mate.

Therefore we were all descendants from the same two White wolves of long ago.

I was then sucked into how things used to be, it was like a movie, I could see myself from a different point of view. A flashback with me floating in the corners.

I watched as a happy me talked with the oracle and aided the packs to make decisions.

It was perfect really, but then it blurred and I watched as darkness took over, they came.
They captured the women and killed the men with silver bullets.

They had the intention of taking us to make a stronger race of wolves. But that's not how it worked, they didn't understand that only two white wolves can have a white pup.

So most of the women died trying to have the pups that were forced onto them.

None of the pups survived.

They were angry at us,they didn't understand.

One night after dark, an elderly of the oracle came to me, she told me I was chosen to resurrect the oracle and must be kept safe. She was one of the few who got visions directly from the Moon Goddess.

Before I knew it I was running for my life, I watched detached as I ran for my life, a tear slipped down my face as I watched all the women give up their life, protecting me.

The image before me shifted and I saw my self wandering through the forest getting thin because of lack of food not shifting because of fear.

Seeing myself do it I wondered how I survived, it made me wonder if the seeker from our oracle was right, she was indeed the mother of all the white wolves.

Did the moon goddess really choose me? I wasn't anything special, I was still in training and had only gone on one mission before as practice. I wouldn't know what to do.

The image shifted again, to a scene where I was sleeping. Nestled in a tree. Looking back I remembered that night.

A pack of rogues had found me and were going to rape me, when something weird happened, I had seen something flash and then watched as the Rogues ran away with their tails between their legs.

But when I was watching it happen over again, I felt myself swoop down over the projected figure of myself, I was angry at the rogues for trying to hurt me so I had struck at the closest one and everyone froze looking at me.

At least in my direction I figured they couldn't see me as one of the rogues ran through me.

I watched as I picked myself up and continue walking reassured.

Did I know all along that it was something protecting me?

The image shifted to the baby and fast forward to the scene when Caleb came out and I saw him for the first time.

I remember shivering as he howled, and blacking out right after.

Suddenly I jolted from my sleep.
I got up and looked around I was in a bed, I remember how I had showered and came to rest after fighting with Gabriel.

I flopped down back on the bed.

What does this dream mean?

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