The White Wolf

Chapter 4 - Pack House

So, it’s been about a month since Morgan and Sophie moved into the pack house. She has kept her distance though. Stirring up the suspicion of Felix, who is half the reason she has been keeping to herself. She stays in the same room as Anna. They've almost become inseparable. Becoming best friends already. Morgan is all too aware of tension she feels around Anna. Maybe that’s why they get on so well. But morgan knows there’s deeper connections there and she’s hoping Anna doesn’t catch on. She can hide from felix but it’s only a matter of time before Anna starts to feel that deep instinctual pull. Morgan must stay in the same room as Anna as the pack house is full. And she’s becoming increasingly apprehensive. There was something about the way Morgan and Sophie interacted that didn’t quite fit the usual mother and daughter rhythm. Sure they were close, but not in the effortless way most mothers and daughters are. Their connection felt guarded, rehearsed, like they were pretending at a role they hadn’t quite learned.

Will Morgan tell someone her story?

Morgan

I woke early, slipping out of bed before Anna and Soph stirred. The pack house was always quiet at six in the morning — exactly how I liked it. Fewer people. Fewer questions. Fewer chances to slip up.

Sophie slept like the dead until noon, so I left her bundled in blankets and padded down to the kitchen.

The silence was comforting. I washed up last night’s dishes, letting the warm water ground me. That’s when it hit — that scent. Warm, sweet, rich. The one that made my stomach twist and my wolf pace like she’d been caged too long.

Oh no.

Not now.

“Need a hand?” a voice asked behind me.

I tensed, turning my head slowly.

Felix stood in the doorway wearing nothing but running shorts. The morning sun hit him just right, highlighting every line of muscle across his chest and stomach. He looked carved from stone which was annoyingly perfect.

“Morgs?” he said gently, trying to get my attention.

I snapped out of it. “No.”

His brows pulled together. “Did I say something wrong?”

“I just… don’t call me ‘Morgs.’ My family used to call me that. I’d rather forget that life.”

His expression softened instantly. “I’m sorry. Really. I won’t use it again. Do you want help, though?”

I shook my head, forcing a smile. “I’m almost done. Aren’t you heading out?” I gestured to his… well, lack of gym clothes.

He stepped closer, closing the space between us like it was nothing. “Yeah. Going for a run. I go every morning, it’s peaceful.”

Something in me lit up. “Really? I used to do the same with my older sister. Early morning runs helped us get through the day.”

Felix’s smile warmed. “Do you want to join me?”

“Oh, that’s nice of you, but I don’t want to impose. You seem like the lone wolf type.”

“Actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “it might be nice to have company today. As long as I can ask questions about you.”

I snorted. “That’s a bit odd, but sure.”

He grinned. “I’ll grab a coffee. Meet back here in ten?”

“Sure.”

He jogged off, and I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the counter.

His scent still lingered in the air.

I made my way back to my shared room to find suitable clothes for my impromptu morning. That’s when I felt it before I saw it. That prickle at the back of my neck, the one that meant someone’s eyes were on you. I didn’t react at first. I kept looking for my running gear, pretending I didn’t notice the weight of a gaze lingering a little too long.

But eventually, curiosity won.

I glanced up.

Anna was watching me from across the room, half hidden behind the wardrobe door. Her expression wasn’t suspicious, not exactly. It was softer than that. Focused. Like she was trying to solve a puzzle she didn’t have all the pieces for.

The moment our eyes met, she didn’t look away.

Most people would.

She didn’t.

Her gaze held mine for a heartbeat too long, it was steady, searching, warm in a way that made something in my chest tighten unexpectedly. My wolf stirred, confused, curious, pushing forward like she recognised something I didn’t want to name.

I broke eye contact first, clearing my throat and turning back to the clothes. My hands felt clumsy, too aware of themselves.

Anna didn’t say anything.

She just kept watching, quietly, like she was waiting for me to slip and reveal something I’d been hiding.

And maybe I was.

That’s when she broke the silence

“So, where are you off to in a rush?"

"umm actually I’m going for a run"

"alone?"

"no actually. umm with your brother"

Anna gives me a weird look. Was it jealousy? Or just her charming inquisitee?

"What!" I said

"what's going on between you?"

"what nothing I’ve barely seen him at all really since being here"

"yes exactly that's weird. every girl never misses a chance to spend time with Flick. Anyway, your acting weird around him. last week at dinner you purposely had dinner after him. why what's going on with you two."

"yeah well I’m not most girls. Also nothing is going on. stop asking so many questions."

"what’s going on with you and Sophie. don't think I haven't noticed that."

I roll my eyes

“that’s another question” I said bluntly

“c’mon we’ve been really close recently but you wont open up at all. Ill scream if you don’t stop deflecting me!”

“oh Anna stop messing around I have like 5 minu……”

“AHH….”

“OK stop will you jeez.”

I open the door and poke my head out of the room and look down into the hallway checking if anyone is listening. Then I pull Annas arm further into our room after shutting the door.

"hey what are you doing. what's going on Morgan?"

"look okay I'll answer all your questions when I get back I promise. But I've been gone too long and I feel Felix is going to come up any second so please keep your voice down."

"Morgan your scaring me! what is going on?"

"yeah I promise to tell you when I get back. Just please don’t cause a scene and wake Soph. I'm trusting you so if you let me down I swear I will cause you so much pain."

Anna smirks and puts her hands up in defeat

"Whoah okay. Just tell me what’s going on with you. you're like acting really skittish."

I give her a thankful look and head to the bathroom to quickly get changed. I change into some black sports shorts while wearing a long blue sports bra that shows off my abs. I do a couple of arm stretches as I head downstairs to the kitchen.

as I'm about to go round the corner, I smell Felixs scent waft through the air and it’s hard not to jump on him as I turn the corner.

Felix

I nursed my coffee at the kitchen island, waiting for Morgan to come downstairs. She’d said ten minutes. It had been fifteen. I was just starting to wonder if she’d bailed when her voice drifted down the hallway.

“Sorry I’m late but your sister was eating my ear off.”

I turned, and the world stopped.

Morgan stepped into the kitchen like she hadn’t just knocked the air out of my lungs. Shorts. Sports bra. Hair a wild, scraggly mess that somehow looked intentional. Her eyes caught the morning light — green, bright, threaded with a strange pale shimmer.

My wolf surged forward so fast I nearly choked on my coffee.

Was this a mate calling?.

Except… no. That couldn’t be right. There was no scent. Nothing to confirm it. Just this overwhelming pull toward her, like gravity had chosen a new centre.

Just lust that was it.

She was talking because I could see her lips moving but I didn’t hear a word.

“Hello? Earth to Felix.”

I blinked. “Huh? Sorry.”

“I said, are you ready?”

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.”

We headed out for the run, and once we found a rhythm, the tension eased. She wasn’t too fast or too slow. She matched me perfectly, like we’d been running together for years.

“So,” I said lightly, “how’s life in the pack house?”

She grinned. “Honestly? I’m having a blast. Anna and I get on great. Cole’s fun. Haven’t met many others yet. What about your parents? Haven’t bumped into the famous Alpha and Luna.”

“They’re away in London. Work stuff.”

“That’s cool. London’s amazing.”

“You’ve been?”

“Yeah. Me and my sisters went when we were kids. There was this bakery we always fought over. Best pastries in the world.”

Morgan smiled again — a real one this time — and damn, she looked good when she did. There was pain behind it, though. Old pain. Deep pain. I wanted to ask, but we weren’t there yet.

“Can I ask you something personal?” I said.

She shot me a wary look, slowing to a jog. “Depends.”

“Why don’t you have a scent?”

She stiffened. “What do you mean?”

“Every wolf smells like something. You don’t. Even Cole and Jasper said they can’t place you. It’s almost… human. That’s not normal, Morgan.”

She shrugged, forcing a smile. “Guess I’m different.”

It was a lie. I knew it. She knew I knew it. But she didn’t offer more, and I didn’t push.

Silence settled between us until she broke it with a smirk.

“Okay, fifty miles at this pace is boring. Last fifty want to race?”

I barked a laugh. “You’re on.”

I sprinted ahead, but the fire that lit in her eyes told me I’d made a mistake. She shot past me like a bullet.

“Come on, loser! Last one back buys food!”

“Wow,” I muttered, “payback is brutal.”

She giggled and God that laugh was infectious. For the next twenty miles we traded the lead, pushing each other harder and harder. At the final stretch, she destroyed me.

“Looks like dinner’s on you,” she said, winking.

I stepped closer without thinking. Everything in me stilled. The pull between us tightened, sharp and undeniable. It felt like home but that was impossible. There was no scent. No sign. Just… her.

Just Morgan.

Morgan

By the time we got back, things felt strange. Felix was standing too close, breathing too hard, looking at me like he wanted to devour me. And the worst part? I wanted him to.

His scent was overwhelming. It had that same warm, sweet, intoxicating kick to it. My wolf wanted to sink her teeth into him, mark him, claim him. But I couldn’t. I’d made a promise to myself centuries ago.

I stepped back quickly. “I’m going to shower. Dinner’s on you, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Join me again tomorrow? I like your company.”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Sure. But don’t cry when I dust the floor with you again.”

He grinned, and I escaped upstairs before I did something stupid.

The shower didn’t help. All I could think about was the run, the way he looked at me, the way my wolf reacted. I hated how much I liked it.

I’d barely finished getting dressed when the bedroom door slammed shut.

Anna walked in, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Talk. Now.”

I sighed. “Alright. But this never leaves this room. Not even to that stubborn twin of yours. Not yet.”

She nodded.

I took a breath.

“I was born four hundred and twenty five years ago. I’m the last white wolf in existence…”