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Children of the White Wolf

~~ Prologue ~~

What goes around, usually comes back to annoy you!

Ten years ago, The White Wolf, Kaitlan O’Hara Valon, her mate Cordone, along with her friends and their mates, Sarah and Sam Knight, Anita and Dan Wheeler, and Lynn and Richard O’Malley (aka Thor), thwarted an evil off-world wizard. Kaitlan destroyed Zanack, an evil wizard who had cast a spell wrong, and had screwed up the correct timeline for thousands of years. She and her three friends were kidnapped, and taken through a time portal by Zanack to recast the curse. They won, and he lost. End of Zanack. But…

…a whole new threat named Benjamin has arisen. He desires, above all, to rule the Earth. Who and what he is, no one knows, but he is more evil than Zanack ever was. Unfortunately, he did not get to Zanack in time to torture him in order to force him to reveal the key to recasting the old timeline to his grave. He believes that the answer lies somewhere within Kaitlan’s four children, and he is determined to find it with an ancient connection called “Mind Manipulation”. Only three beings on Earth have this capability. Which one of them can he trust to find the information for him? But, will they help him? It’s his only chance to reclaim the Earth as his.

~~ Children of the White Wolf ~~

~~ 1 ~~

Siblings are irritating busybodies

“SHIT!” Tara squealed, putting her middle finger into her mouth. Of all the damn times for this to happen! She’d torn her nail into the quick! Now, she was going to have to get it fixed, before she met the girls in town!

“Temper, temper, Sis. And, watch your mouth!”

Tara whirled around.

“Butt the hell out, Canaan!”

“Sexual frustration much?” he laughed out loud.

Tara smacked him on the arm - hard.

“Damn it, Tara! What the fuck was that for?” Canaan rubbed his arm. Man, she hit hard!

“Because you are, plain and simple, a dick! That's why!”

“You know you curse more than a fucking sailor, right?”

Canaan's patience was wearing thin with her.

“I cuss more than a sailor? Me? What about you?”

Canaan's hands clinched tightly. The werewolf who mated with her was in serious trouble! He pitied that poor bastard!

“And, besides! Talk about sexual frustration? You are so surrounded by it, you can cut it with a knife!”

“Watch it, Tara! You're really trying my patience!”

Tara threw back her head laughing at her brother. He was such a drama queen! She stopped when she saw his glare, and stared back at him. They were having their annual pissing contest that had been happening since their very first argument at the age of two. That was two in werewolf years, and they continued it every year from that point forward. It was always a toss-up who would win, and amazingly, the fights ended up alternating on who won each year. It would be Canaan’s turn this year.

Diana bounded into the room, and came to a dead stop. Oh, hell! Good! Her brother and sister were at it again! She was always fascinated with this annual contest between them! She went to the fridge, poured a glass of orange juice and grabbed a piece of fruit.

“Let's see? What do I want this morning? Apple or banana?”

She wasn't all that picky, so she grabbed an apple, and ran back to the bar propping her butt on a stool to watch them. Their annual piss-offs were better than TV.

Hey! Great name for a TV game show!

Yeah. She imagined how the game show would begin. “Ladies and gentlemen! It’s once again time for… ‘Piss-off’! The show that let’s you piss off anyone you want!” She laughed aloud at her own joke!

Diana stared at them trying to size them up to see who she would pick to win this year. Her brother, Canaan Darrin Valon, was named after their grandfather while Tara Seneca Valon was named after their grandmother. Figures they'd get the “cool” names! She was stuck with Diana Marie Valon, thanks to Canaan who named her when he was four!

Oops! She wasn’t paying attention to the fight! She turned back to Canaan and Tara, and bit into the apple. She chewed as she considered her brother, first. Canaan was gorgeous - well if you were a girl who wasn't his sister that is. Diana didn't know why all the girls just swooned around him! She cocked her head as she studied him. He was as tall as their Dad, Cordone Tristan Valon, Alpha of the Valon Clan of werewolves, but he had inherited their Mother's blonde hair, and their Father's black eyes and olive skin. And, he was buff - with a capital “BUFF”! His chest was large, and may have been a bit larger than Dad’s. His waist was narrow, his hips lean. And, his legs were l.o.n.g. He stood a good six-feet six inches. His blonde hair was cut very short, but long enough to leave it messy. He preferred it that way, because he hated to fuss with it. But, the girls loved it. They were all about him hoping he’d notice one of them as they giggled when he passed them on the street, and sighing at how hot he was while each hoped to become his mate. They were really dumb, but you can't fix dumb, Diana figured. She drank some of her juice, and continued with her assessment. Canaan was strong, too. Even Uncle Sam, who was the strongest of them all, couldn’t best Canaan’s strength! His arms were bigger than her entire torso, but right now, her brother was acting like a stupid dick, still rubbing his arm where Tara had hit him. She giggled. Tara was really strong, too!

Diana shook her head staring at her brother. OK. She had to admit! He was kind of gorgeous. But, just not her type. Diana had her own idea of what her mate should look like. She shut her eyes for a moment imagining him. He was darker skinned, and had black hair like her Dad’s. He would have ice-blue eyes, a massive chest and arms, but only moderately tall. Oh, say…5 foot 11 inches. After all, she was only five-feet tall. But, there was nothing really set in stone about his height! He would be as sexy as hell. Sexy enough where she never wanted to be out from under his body while sexy enough where she never wanted him to be out of hers! Good thing she had kept this secret. She’d be teased to death by all three of her siblings if they knew!

She opened her eyes, and considered his resemblance to their Mother who was a beauty! Kaitlan Seneca O’Hara Valon was the daughter of Canaan O'Hara who was the Alpha of the O'Hara Clan. She and their Dad were disgusting a lot of the time. Mates were always pawing each other and kissing. Yeesh! Get a room, already! Well, she couldn’t wait till it was her turn, of course, but it was different with parents, right? Really gross!

Anyway, Diana had to admit that her Mom was a beauty with her beautiful fair skin, had the most beautiful green eyes and blonde hair she had ever seen. And, her Dad was also a hottie. Diana, though, deep down, harbored a deep secret. Diana really hoped to have a love like her parents for herself some day - a long time in the future, of course. She wanted to be free to do whatever she wanted before she mated!

Taking a drink of her juice, she moved on to Tara. The guys in their Clan couldn’t keep from drooling over her, and Diana could see why. She was truly beautiful. She was an enigma with her sleek, black hair that hung to her waist, and green eyes that could stare you down for hours if she wanted to do it. Most of the time, Tara threw her hair up into a high ponytail - copying off of their aunt, Lynne O’Malley. She never fussed much with it, and the ponytail suited her best. If the guys thought she was beautiful with just a ponytail, then their tongues would hang out if they saw how much more beautiful she was in the morning without any makeup, her long hair flowing over her shoulders to the middle of her back, and it was long enough to cover her perky breasts. (OK, no more sex books for you, Diana, or I wouldn’t have even given that a thought! Ick)! Her nose was small, her lips naturally dark pink, and her skin was as fair as her Mom. That's what always drew the guys to her. Tara's skin was without a flaw, and yet translucent. She was petite compared to Canaan, and was just barely five-feet, three inches tall, but her personality made up for that small deficiency. She was what her Dad called a “firecracker”. And, her pink mouth was always getting her into trouble. Tara’s voice brought her out of her dream state.

“Oh, hells bells!” Tara whined. “I'm supposed to meet with my friends in Denver this afternoon. We'll continue this stupid game later, Canaan. I have to get going!”

“Ah, do you have to go, sis?” Diana complained. “I mean, you guys were just getting good!”

“Quiet, pipsqueak! I have to get out of here! It's a long drive, and I have to go. Continue it later, Canaan?”

“Well, I don't know. Let's call it that I win this year since you won last year. After all, you turned away first!” Canaan laughed.

“Whatever! For goodness sakes, Canaan! We're thirteen years old - twenty-six in human terms, and adults. Isn't this annual piss-off getting a bit silly?” Tara asked him.

“Yeah. But, ya gotta admit it's a lot of fun!”

Tara glared at him. He was always laughing at her, and she was damn sick, and tired of it.

“Canaan why don't you go get your damn mate, and take your sexual frustration out on her!” She looked at her watch. “Damn! I gotta go!”

Tara turned, jumped to the first level, and ran to her room to get ready to go into Denver. She heard Canaan burst out laughing hard after her. Her Mom called it a “GRRRRRR” moment! And, right now, Tara was having one with her brother! GRRRRRR!

Diana was laughing so hard she fell off the stool! Canaan walked around the bar, and picked her up. Tears of laughter were falling from her eyes.

“You two really are better than TV!” laughed Diana trying to catch her breath.

Canaan ruffled her blonde hair.

“Sorry about that, Squirt! I'm really so glad we amuse you!”

“Yeah, well, there is one thing Tara is right about, Canaan.”

“What?” he asked as he started to leap to his room.

“When the hell are you going to mate with Lily? Don’t you two think it's time you did?”

Canaan whirled on his sister giving her a look that made her step back from him. His tiny little sister of five feet, was just so adorably innocent with the curly, shoulder-length blonde hair that was always flowing riotously around her face. Her brilliant, coal black eyes of their Dad, sthat shone like black diamonds, were always wide with mischief. With the petite stature of her Mom, her skin was just as fair and beautiful as his Mom and Tara. Her mouth was beautifully full and luscious, and then he stopped as his eyes as his eyes noticed her chest. Wait! When had she gotten breasts? He hadn't even noticed, and where Tara’s were a bit smaller, Diana’s were voluptuous like their Mother’s! OK. He shouldn't be thinking about that, but hey. He was a werewolf male, and they noticed those things. Her hips had filled out, and her waist was tiny. He could easily make her blush anytime, and he just loved to embarrass her. But, this was the first time she had embarrassed him! That did not sit well with him!

Oh, hell, Diana thought. He was going into his Alpha mode! His eyes shot back up to her face. He sure didn’t need his little sister thinking he was thinking about, let alone looking at her body.

“First, it's none of your damn business, you nosey little shrimp, and second, you are way too young to talk about such things!”

She blinked at him. Did he actually just say that to her?

“Too young? What's wrong with you, you nutcase? Chase and I turn nine in two weeks! That's mating age, or have you completely forgotten that? I mean, you know, boys, mating, sex? You are just so clueless and naïve, Big B! Geez!”

Canaan drew back in shock, looking at his little sister. Nine? She'd be nine in just two months? Staring at her, he was shocked. Oh, my God! His little sister had turned into a woman overnight, and he had never even noticed! OH, HELL NO! There was no fucking way he was going to let his little sister mate with anyone any time soon! As for Tara? Nope. Never gonna happen with her, either! His brotherly protection had just been triggered right along with his Alpha feelings. Both he and Tara were due to phase in seven months, but apparently, “Alpha Mode” came earlier!

“Dream on, Hummingbird!” Canaan used his old nickname for her, indicating that she was a baby, and then leaped upward to his room. He leaned over the railing staring right into her eyes.

“I have to catch the jet to St. Louis to finish my last two weeks of internship with Anita.” He paused. “Oh, and Diana? Over my damn, dead body you'll mate at nine - or ever!”

He stormed into his room, and slammed the door.

Diana's mouth dropped open.

“Yeah?” she yelled. “Well, you jerk! It can't be stopped, and you know it!”

DAMN HIM! Fighting a sudden urge to stick her tongue out at him, she slammed her glass down on the bar, and made a dent in it. She dropped her head, and closed her eyes in frustration. Her Dad was going to kill her for that dent!

“What the hell is going on down there?” asked a voice above her.

She looked up. Her twin brother, Chase, stood looking down from their Dad's office. Chase Marshall Valon was the quiet one in the family. He was studious, and always wanting to learn new things.

“Oh, nothing you'd care about, twinster! You know. It was all about sex down here!” she grumbled back to him.

“Oh. OK.” He turned, and walked back into the office. Chase was about to sit down when he stopped. Sex? They were talking about sex, and he'd missed it? He ran back to the railing.

“Did you say sex, Diana?”

Diana groaned out loud. When would she ever learn to keep her mouth shut. She knew the answer immediately. Never. Any mate of hers would really have to put up with her vocabulary, because she wasn’t changing it for any damned werewolf!

Diana glanced at the clock! Oh, she was going to be late with her date with the girls in town. She leaped to her room, and ran into it to dress while quickly texting Jessica she'd be a tad late all because of her dumb sister and brother! Of course, Diana had nothing to do with any of it. She knew Jessica was going to want to hear it all. She was so happy when her parents had given her permission to tell Jessica Daylin about them. And, she had taken it really well. Well, maybe not that well. She had been so shocked, she hadn't talked to Diana for two days afterward, but once she got used to the idea, she called Diana. Jessica was an only, and her parents were also allowed into the secret. They took it about as well as Jessica had, but they accepted it faster than she had. Damn! She had to go!

Canaan barely made it in time for his final medical classes with Anita after a long flight to St. Louis. But, then, he was the only one in the class, anyway, and about to graduate as a Doctor for his own Clan. He had always wanted to be a doctor, and had always been fascinated with all things anatomical, including humans. But, he had a question he still needed answered. Mating. It just made no sense to him at all.

“Aunt Anita?”

“Yes, Canaan?” Anita answered as she stood up to get another book.

She had an extensive library, now, and she kept books in her office from The Hall of Records constantly. She found that there were things she still knew nothing about when it came to supers. Years ago, she had finally found the cure for vampirism's blood lust, but she was beginning to think that there was no cure for the bacteria that wound its way around the DNA strand of their anatomy. She would never stop trying, but at this point, she was not very hopeful.

“I still don't get our irrational matings, Anita. Can you give it to me in a more clinical aspect? Maybe then I'd get it. I mean, I watch Mom and Dad, but I can't seem to understand the sudden attraction when one finds their mate.”

Anita shook her head. Poor boy. He wouldn't really understand until he found his mate. And, he had already found her, but he'd been avoiding her for years. Well, she'd try, again, to explain it to him.

“It's hard to explain the clinical aspects. Let me see if I can simply it for you.”

She turned, and placed the book onto her desk, then looked back up at Canaan.

“When werewolves mate, the first thing that happens is the eyes glow. The same thing that allows our eyes to glow in the dark at will, also happens without our will. Do you understand this?”

Canaan nodded.

“That’s simple.”

“OK. Mating begins ONLY when we see each other's eyes glow, and a mate, normally, doesn’t show up until the age of maturity at nine years-old. Well, I have to admit there have been cases much younger. I offer your Dad and Mom up for that one. But, I mention this in a general way. After that, all bets are off. When that happens, and when our eyes meet our mate’s, it's the end of clinical. Everything else is emotional.”

So far so good, Canaan thought.

“From this point forward, the emotions of our human self and our wolf join together, and become one with each other. Once that begins, we do not have control over our emotions. They are let loose, and are so intense that we cannot deny our mate. The mating instinct that is buried within our genes to procreate is so strong, it overrides our very being. It's in our genes, Canaan, and it cannot be quelled, nor can it be denied.”

“Isn't there some way to stop it?” Canaan asked with a little hope.

“No. It's the way our Creator made us. And, it's a good thing, Canaan. We were not made to be alone, but we were made to have a mate. Only one mate. This is why we mate for life. The mixing of the blood is what causes our bodies to desire to create our first born children. The intensity during this part is unbelievably private, but totally uncontrollable.”

“I get it. Not totally understanding, but I get it.”

Anita's nurse came in to tell her a patient had come, and she started to excuse herself when Dan walked in heading straight for his mate. He swept her up into a wonderful kiss, then let her go leaving her breathless.

“Hey, nephew! How's it going?” he asked Canaan after he put Anita back on the floor.

“Canaan, maybe you could get a better perspective talking to Dan? You are both men.” Anita left the room to see her patient.

“What's the problem, Canaan?”

“Mating.”

“What? You?”

Canaan shook his head.

“No, and saints preserve me from it!”

Dan almost laughed in his face.

“OK. Ask me what you need to know.”

“Why does the male have such a tremendous desire to impregnate their mate during the blood bond? I still don't get it. Isn't there something logical in it?”

“Hmmm. This is about Lily, isn’t it, Canaan?” Dan asked him knowing that Canaan refused to admit his mate was Lily. “OK. Never mind I asked. Why should it be that we desire a child with our mate during the blood bond?”

“Well, yes.” Canaan answered, ignoring his uncle’s statement about Lily.

“It's not about logic, Canaan. It has never been about logic. It's all about emotions. Feelings. It's primal. It's instinct for our wolf to wish to give our mate our child. It's really hard to explain, but until it happens to you, you really cannot explain it. There are not clinical aspects in this. It can't be denied, and it can't be stopped. In other words, as werewolves, our wolves will never allow us to deny the feelings when we find out mates.”

“Not at all?”

Dan shook his head, then smiled at Canaan.

“Nope. And, trust me, nephew.” Canaan's hand touched his shoulder, and he smiled widely at him. “You won't want to stop it when it happens.”

Canaan realized his uncle was telling him the truth, and he nodded his head. He didn't want to be mated to any woman. His life was dedicated to Medicine. He knew that Lily was his mate, but he had been silent on it. For several years he had avoided her like the plague. The problem was that her ninth birthday was this weekend, and after he told his Mother that he would not be attending, she told him he would attend whether, or not he liked it. He would graduate in just under two weeks, and no matter what, he would become the Doctor to the Valon Clan. He’d be around her a lot.

His plan was to avoid her eyes at all costs when he went home this weekend. He thought of another question with hope.

“OK. So what happens if a were's mate's eyes do not glow when you look at hers.”

“Uh, Canaan? That is not possible. Your eyes glow ONLY for your mate. Her eyes will glow, too.”

Shit! That's what his uncle Sam had told him, too! A couple of his friends had already mated, and they walked around as if they couldn’t stand to be away from their mates for any length of time. It was disgusting, and Canaan had told them they were pussy-whipped!

“Thanks, Dan. I appreciate it.”

“No prob, Canaan. Well, I have to go check security, and I'll see you later. We aren't going to be able to attend Lily's birthday, because Anita and I are going to Asgard so she can help Lynne.”

“Lynne’s about to deliver?” Well, that could put his graduation on hold!

“Yes, and Anita will need to attend her. No one on that planet has the expertise for an Elf, and she absolutely refuses to leave Richard to come here. So, Anita has to go to her. We understand duty before anything else. Give Lily and Thomas our love, and we’ll see them when we get back.”

Canaan stood up, and shook hands with Dan when Anita ran back into her office with a two presents.

“I almost forgot their presents, Canaan! Here,” she shoved two packages in his hands. “Give them to Lily and Thomas, will you?”

“Sure, Aunt Anita. You guys have a good trip, and give my love to Aunt Lynne & Uncle Richard.”

“Will do!”

After Dan left and Anita went back to her rare patient, Canaan was plotting how the hell he was going to keep from looking into Lily’s eyes. He didn't want a mate, damn it! No, he would never look into Lily's eyes!