Unbroken Bonds Of White

**Chapter 3: The Prophecy**

Declan’s father, Alpha Ronan, knew that the bond between his son and Liora was unlike any other. The pack’s spiritual advisor, Elder Briar, had foreseen it years ago, a vision that had left her breathless. She called Declan and his father to her chambers one fateful evening, her ancient eyes wide with urgency.

“You must understand, Alpha Ronan,” Elder Briar said, her voice thick with the weight of prophecy. “Declan and Liora are not ordinary wolves. They are *white wolves*—a rare and ancient lineage of alphas, whose bond can bring great power and unity to both packs. Together, they will be unstoppable. But their pride, their stubbornness, will make their union difficult.”

Declan’s father leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “But they are not ready. They are too young. The bond between them... it’s a force neither of them can fully comprehend.”

Elder Briar nodded slowly. “I know. But in time, they will. They must, or they will lose each other. Their bond is the key to uniting the two packs. Only through each other will they both reach their full potential.”

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over Riverstone. The night was cool, the wind whispering through the towering pines of the forest that surrounded the pack’s territory. Declan sat on the ridge of a hill, his eyes locked on the horizon, his thoughts consumed by the same thing that had dominated his life for the past twelve years: Liora.

Even now, he could feel the bond between them pulsing, an invisible thread that connected them across the distance. It was always there, humming in the back of his mind, like a heartbeat that matched his own. Every time he thought he could escape it, it pulled him back, stronger than before.

He was Alpha. He was supposed to be in control. But when it came to Liora, everything was out of his hands. He was helpless against the pull, helpless against the way his chest tightened every time he thought of her. There was no escaping it.

And yet, despite everything, she was still so far away from him. Every time they crossed paths—whether in the halls of school, at pack meetings, or out in the field—she would avoid him. Her amber eyes would flicker away, her body language stiff, as though she was repelled by him. It hurt, more than he was willing to admit to anyone, but especially to himself.

"Are you still brooding over her?" Owen’s voice broke through the thick silence of the night. Declan turned his head slightly, seeing his best friend approaching from behind, his tall figure outlined against the pale glow of the moon.

Owen’s face was friendly, yet there was a hard edge to his voice that revealed his concern for his friend. Declan had been distant lately, more so than usual. Everyone could see the change, the way his thoughts constantly wandered to Liora, the way the bond between them seemed to weigh him down.

Declan chuckled dryly. "What do you think?" His voice was thick with frustration, the usual calm and authoritative tone replaced by a crack of annoyance. “I don’t get it, Owen. She knows it. She feels it. I know she does. But why does she keep pushing me away?"

Owen sat beside him, looking out at the distant outline of the town and the darker expanse of the pack lands. “You know what they say about mates. You can’t force them into something they’re not ready for. She’s struggling with it, Declan. Maybe more than you know.”

“I don’t care,” Declan spat. “I’m not going to sit here and wait while she plays these games. I’m Alpha. I shouldn’t be chasing after anyone. She’s the one who doesn’t get it.”

Owen shook his head, his expression full of understanding but also pity. “It’s not about being Alpha, Declan. It’s about the bond. You’re not just the Alpha; you’re hers. And she’s yours. The longer you fight it, the harder it’s going to get for both of you.”

Declan stared at the distant tree line, the weight of Owen’s words sinking in, but not enough to soften the storm inside him. He was Alpha. He wasn’t supposed to be weak, or dependent, or... vulnerable. But when it came to Liora, everything was different.

His wolf, always so strong and confident, howled in the back of his mind, urging him to do something—to claim her, to make her see. Declan clenched his fists, fighting back the surge of possessiveness that surged in his chest. He wasn’t the kind of man to force his way into someone’s life. But Liora was his—his mate—and nothing was going to change that.

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The next day, school started just like any other. The halls buzzed with the energy of teenagers, the laughter and chatter of classmates filling the air. Declan walked through the corridors with a group of his pack members, his broad shoulders squared, his steps confident and powerful. But despite the noise, the commotion, all he could focus on was the space ahead of him—where she would be.

Liora.

He didn’t see her at first. But then, just as he turned the corner into the cafeteria, his eyes locked on her, and it felt like time slowed. She was sitting at the far side of the room with her friends, talking and laughing. Her long auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, the sunlight from the cafeteria windows catching in her strands, giving them a reddish-gold glow. Her amber eyes sparkled as she smiled, and for a moment, Declan was lost.

But then her gaze flicked across the room, and their eyes met.

The bond surged between them, a flash of warmth and heat. Declan’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding against his ribs. *Mate.*

But instead of moving toward him, Liora’s face hardened. She quickly turned her gaze away, focusing back on her friends, her body stiffening, as if trying to ignore him.

Declan felt it—felt the rejection like a cold slap against his skin. His wolf growled low in his throat, frustrated, but Declan controlled it, forcing himself to stay calm, to not let his emotions get the better of him.

He could feel the distance between them stretching further, and yet, he refused to back down. She could look away all she wanted, but Declan wasn’t going anywhere. He would never stop fighting for her.

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Later that evening, as the moon began to rise, Declan made his way into the woods just outside the pack’s territory, where the trees grew thick and the air was cooler, more still. He needed to run—needed to let the wolf inside him take control. The pull toward Liora was becoming unbearable, and his wolf was restless, pacing inside him, waiting for the release that only the wild could offer.

As he reached the clearing, he dropped to his knees and let the transformation take over. His bones cracked and stretched, fur erupted from his skin, and within moments, Declan was no longer human. He was his wolf—strong, white, and sleek, with eyes glowing the color of molten gold.

The moonlight bathed him, making his white fur shimmer as he shifted into his full form. His muscles rippled under the soft light, his powerful frame moving with the fluid grace of a predator.

His wolf’s instincts were sharper than ever, and the need to hunt, to run, to *claim* surged in him. Every instinct told him to find her—*to mark her.*

But Declan knew that wasn’t the way to do it. No matter how much his wolf wanted to take control, he couldn’t just force her to see what they both knew. The bond between them was too strong for him to ignore, but Liora wasn’t ready.

With a deep growl, Declan pushed his wolf to the side, regaining control. His thoughts returned to her. He had to give her space, he had to wait. But waiting was the hardest part.

As he ran through the forest, the wind whipping against his fur, Declan made a promise to himself and to the moon. *I won’t give up. Not until she sees it too.*

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Meanwhile, Liora stood at the edge of her pack’s territory, looking out at the wild expanse of the forest. The wind tugged at her hair, and her eyes narrowed as she watched the shadows shift in the distance. She could feel it, too—the pull. Her heart beat erratically, a mixture of desire and fear running through her veins.

She had been trying to ignore it for years. She had convinced herself it was nothing more than some cosmic joke, but now... now it was impossible to deny. Declan’s presence, his strength, his determination—it all called to her, even when she didn’t want it to.

Liora clenched her fists. *Why does this have to be so complicated?*

She knew that the universe had a plan for her, and the idea of rejecting her destined mate terrified her. But the thought of surrendering to him, of losing herself in the connection that they shared, was just as terrifying.

The bond between them was undeniable.

And it was getting harder to ignore.

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