The White Wolf

Chapter 6 - The Interrogation

Felix

Knock. Knock.

“Anna, Mum and Dad want to see us — and Morgan. Hurry up.”

I was mid knock when the door swung open.

And instead of my twin’s irritated face, Morgan stood there.

Her brown hair fell in soft, tangled waves around her shoulders. Her hazel green eyes lifted to mine — sharp, soft, unreadable. She looked… breathtaking.

And dangerous.

Something in my chest tightened, that same strange pull I kept pretending wasn’t real.

Morgan

“We’ll be right out,” I said, trying not to inhale Felix’s scent like a lunatic.

He stared at me with that look again — the one full of heat and curiosity and something deeper he didn’t understand yet. I needed distance. I needed control.

I pulled the door shut behind me, giving Anna a fleeting look that screamed not a word about what we just talked about. She gave a tiny, tight nod in return.

The walk to the Alpha’s study felt like a march to the gallows. The pack house was massive, the wooden floorboards creaking slightly under our boots as we navigated the long, quiet hallways. Felix walked just a half step ahead of me, his broad shoulders practically radiating that warm, intoxicating scent that made my wolf want to do very un-queen like things. I kept my jaw locked, focusing on the portraits of overly serious wolves lining the walls instead of him.

We finally reached a set of heavy double doors. Felix pushed them open, revealing an expansive study bathed in afternoon light. I took the lone leather chair facing the currently empty chairs of the Alpha and Luna. Felix and Anna took up positions behind me, standing like two mismatched bodyguards.

The silence stretched for a moment before Felix leaned down, his voice low.

“So,” he murmured, “what's going on with you two?”

Anna shifted nervously. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you both look like you just hid a body,” Felix said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And when I knocked, it got dead quiet. I know you guys share a room, but the vibe in there was... weird.”

Anna opened her mouth, panicked. “Um, we were just—”

“Talking,” I cut in smoothly.

“Talking,” Felix repeated, clearly unconvinced. “About what?”

“About how her annoying twin asks too many questions.”

Anna snorted. Felix glared. I smirked.

“Seriously,” he said, sounding more frustrated at being left out than jealous. “I’m curious. You two have been thick as thieves lately.”

“Seriously,” I said, folding my arms and leaning back in the chair. “Shouldn’t you be helping me prepare for whatever interrogation your parents are about to give me, instead of begging for gossip like a needy puppy?”

Anna snorted again, trying — and failing — to hide her laugh.

Felix muttered under his breath, “Whatever. Keep your secrets.”

"Jesus, Felix," Anna snapped, "we were talking about the full moon coming up. Morgan hasn’t seen one this powerful."

"Anna, Felix — enough," a soft voice said.

I stiffened, my wolf instantly on high alert. I was a Royal; my senses were supposed to be flawless. But I had been so thoroughly distracted by lust or annoyance from the twins standing right behind me that I hadn't even heard the doors open.

I turned around. The Alpha and Luna had entered the study, bringing a sudden, heavy shift in the room's atmosphere.

Caroline Nightwalker — the Luna — was elegant and warm, with short black hair and soft brown eyes. She wore a cream blouse tucked into black trousers, radiating a quiet, unshakeable calm authority.

Beside her stood Michael Nightwalker — the Alpha. He was sterner, older, with greying hair at his temples. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, which, rather than making him look like a mortal accountant, somehow made him look even more intimidating. The raw power of an Alpha rolling off a man in a tailored suit was a jarring, dangerous combination.

I stood immediately, bowed my head, and offered my hand.

“Pleasure to meet you both. My name is Morgan.”

“Please, call me Caroline,” the Luna said with a kind smile.

“Thank you, Caroline,” I replied, taking my seat again.

“What beautiful manners,” Michael said. “Very traditional.”

“I like things old fashioned,” I said.

I could almost feel Annas smirk behind me.

“Please call me Michael,” he added, a genuine warmth in his voice. “Alpha makes me feel old.”

I offered a polite smile, but the warmth in the room quickly cooled as they settled into their chairs. The pleasantries were over. For four hundred years, I hadn't had to play pack politics. I was born to a throne, not to sit in a guest chair being evaluated. Now came the interrogation.

Caroline folded her hands delicately on the polished wood of the desk. “Morgan, your arrival was quite sudden. Why have you chosen to seek refuge with the Nightwalker pack?”

I kept my posture relaxed, projecting calm. “That's a fair question. Your children have shown Sophie and me nothing but kindness. They offered us safety when we had nowhere else to go. For a lone wolf with a human child, stability is rare. Right now… this feels like the right place to be.”

Caroline nodded thoughtfully, though her eyes remained sharp. “We’re glad to hear that. But we do have strict requirements for anyone who wishes to remain within our borders.”

“Of course.”

Michael leaned forward, his tone firm but not unkind. “First — what type of wolf are you?”

My stomach tightened, and before I could filter myself, centuries of repressed royal pride flared up. “Why do you need to know?” I snapped.

It was a rash, stupid slip, but I wasn't used to answering to anyone.

“It’s standard procedure,” Caroline said, her tone instantly growing a little sharper than before.

Michael rested a calming hand on her arm, smoothing over the sudden tension. “We ask because all new residents undergo training. Knowing your wolf type helps us understand your strengths and how best to integrate you into the pack.”

Right. I had to play the game. I swallowed my irritation and forced a steady breath. “I’m a grey wolf.”

A lie — but technically the closest to white, and close enough to pass.

Caroline continued, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you mortal?”

“No, ma’am. I’m immortal.”

Michael and Caroline exchanged a look — not suspicious, just surprised.

“Like our children,” Michael murmured. “Rare.”

“How old are you?” Caroline asked.

“Twenty five.”

“And how long have you been twenty five?”

I shifted slightly, hating how exposed this modern interrogation made me feel. “A few years,” I muttered.

They accepted that with a nod.

Michael glanced at the file in front of him, his brow furrowing slightly. “And Sophie? Does she shift?”

“No,” I said quickly, my voice hardening. “She’s human. And I’d like her excused from training. I’ll take double the workload if needed.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Michael froze, and Caroline’s warm demeanour vanished, replaced by the sharp, protective instincts of a Luna.

“Human?” Caroline repeated, her voice tight. “Morgan… humans do not live within pack borders. It’s a biological hazard. You know as well as I do how our kind feeds. The younger wolves, the ones who haven't mastered their control—a child's scent would drive them mad.”

My heart clenched, but my chin went up. My royal instincts flared, refusing to back down. “I understand the risks. But Sophie has no one else. She’s…She’s mine, and I will tear the throat out of anyone who looks at her twice. I’ll do whatever is required to keep her here—safely.”

Michael and Caroline exchanged a long, heavy look—a silent conversation between leaders weighing the life of a child against the safety of their pack.

Michael leaned forward, his elbows resting heavily on the desk. “We make very rare exceptions for the dependents of immortal wolves. But if she stays, she does not just follow guidelines. She follows absolute law.”

I held his gaze. “Name them.”

“First,” Michael said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “she is never to be outside the main pack house after sundown. Second, she is never to be left unsupervised—if you are training, an Alpha family member must be with her. And third, during the three nights of the full moon, she is locked in the Alpha wing. No exceptions.”

Relief washed through me so strongly I nearly sagged in my chair, but I forced my posture to remain rigid. “Agreed.”

“She’ll be safe here, Morgan,” Caroline added gently, the maternal warmth returning to her eyes now that the boundaries were set. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“Good,” Michael said, closing the file. “Training begins tomorrow. Now, we need to discuss your accommodation and assign you a senior trainer.”

Caroline flipped through another folder on the desk. “As for housing… we’ve checked the available rooms in the east and west area. None of them are suitable for a wolf with a dependent. The single rooms are too small, and the family quarters are all occupied.” She paused, a flicker of genuine sorrow softening her gaze as she looked at me. "It is a heavy burden you carry, Morgan. An immortal wolf raising a mortal daughter... to watch her age and pass while you remain frozen in time. She will need immense comfort and stability for the years she has."

Michael nodded. “We could place you in the guest lodge, but it’s isolated and without electricity. Not ideal for a human child.”

My stomach tightened. Sophie needed people. Safety. Stability.

Anna stepped forward before I could speak. “They can continue to stay with me.”

Caroline’s head snapped up. “Anna, that’s a significant responsibility. You’ve never offered your room to anyone.”

“I know,” Anna said, steady and sure. Usually, Anna fought for responsibilities just to prove she was fit to be Alpha over Felix. But there was no posturing now. Her voice was fiercely protective. “But Sophie’s human. She needs someone close. And Morgan… she trusts me. They’re already settled in my space. It makes sense.”

Caroline studied her daughter with a Luna’s intuition — sharp, assessing, quietly suspicious. Her gaze flicked from Anna to me, catching the brief, loaded look that passed between us. The silent chemistry. The unspoken weight. Caroline’s eyes widened a fraction as she saw a side of her daughter she’d never witnessed—one driven by pure, selfless devotion rather than a need for approval.

“And you’re confident you can manage that?" Caroline asked softly. "A wolf and a human under your care?”

“Yes,” Anna said without hesitation. “I want them there.”

Michael turned to me. “And you’re comfortable with this arrangement?”

“The room is perfect,” I said, letting a fraction of my guard down as I looked at Anna. “And your daughter has been very supportive to both me and Sophie.”

Anna’s cheeks warmed, pride flickering across her face.

Caroline exchanged a long look with Michael — a silent conversation only mated leaders could have. They had both seen it. The undeniable, magnetic pull between us. And surprisingly, instead of questioning it, they seemed to silently agree to let it play out.

Finally, she nodded. “Very well. Morgan and Sophie may remain with Anna. But if anything changes — anything at all — you come to us immediately.”

“I will,” Anna promised.

“Good,” Caroline said, settling back into her chair with a decisive nod. “Now… which senior trainers are available to assess Morgan?”

Felix cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “Mother, all the senior trainers are already working with the younger wolves to prepare for tomorrow's full moon. The only available mentors are Anna and me, but our schedules are at capacity. I have the southern border patrols and the hunting rosters to finalize, and Anna is managing the council preparations.”

“Anna has also just taken on the responsibility of housing an immortal wolf and her child,” Caroline pointed out smoothly, looking pointedly at her son. “Her plate is officially full. That leaves you.”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

“But Father,” Felix protested, trying to sound professional rather than panicked. “I just completed my final Alpha training this month. My schedule—”

“Part of leading a pack is learning how to integrate powerful new members,” Michael interrupted, his voice dropping into that calm, heavy tone that demanded absolute obedience. “A true Alpha makes the time. It’s settled. Felix will mentor Morgan. Starting tomorrow morning.”

Felix’s jaw tightened. For a second, he looked like he wanted to argue, but he wisely swallowed his pride. “Yes, Alpha.”

“Leave us,” Michael said, his tone shifting back to normal business. “I need to speak with Morgan privately.”

Felix shot me one last, unreadable look before he and Anna turned and left the room. When the heavy oak doors clicked shut behind them, I exhaled slowly.

Having to hide my royal blood was hard enough. Having to do it while sparring with my infuriating, intoxicating mates every single day?

This was going to be a nightmare.

Later in the kitchen

Morgan

"So?" Anna asked through a mouthful of cake. "What did my dad want?"

I grabbed a slice off the counter, slinking into the stool next to her. Our knees bumped under the counter, and a sudden, electric warmth shot up my leg. I didn't pull away. I kept my expression perfectly neutral. "Just a final warning. Said if Sophie gets hurt, it's on me."

It was a lie, of course. But Anna didn't need to know what had actually happened in that study after she left.

"I still can’t believe Felix is your trainer," Anna said, moving right past it, though her eyes lingered on my face just a heartbeat too long.

I groaned, aggressively stabbing my fork into my cake. "I don’t care about that right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I don’t need to think about him. Why should I have to think about him all the time? I don’t even know why I need him to train me. I’m strong enough on my own."

Anna smirked, leaning in just a fraction so her shoulder brushed mine. Her gaze dropped to my lips before flicking back up to my eyes, her voice dropping a register. "Independent girl, huh?"

I shot her a look—half amused, half suddenly breathless. The air between us felt heavy again, thick with that impossible pull. "Always."

She giggled, a soft, warm sound, and I couldn’t help laughing with her, the tension breaking just enough to let me breathe properly again.

After a moment, I leaned back, trying to clear my head. "Was what you said to Felix earlier true?"

Anna blinked, the playful spark in her eyes dimming as she shifted gears. "What part?"

"The full moon."

"Oh." She wiped a crumb from her bottom lip. My eyes tracked the movement of her thumb entirely against my will. "Yeah. Everyone’s talking about it. It’s supposed to be the strongest moon in, like, a hundred years."

My stomach dropped, the heat in my veins instantly turning to ice.

"s**t. s**t!" I blurted.

"Aunty Morgan! Don’t say that word!" Sophie yelled.

I jumped, my shoulder knocking into Anna’s as I completely forgot we weren't alone in the room. I spun around to see Sophie sitting cross legged nearby, not even bothering to look up from her iPad.

To a child born four centuries ago, a glowing sheet of glass that played moving pictures should have been terrifying. Instead, after Felix had handed it to her a few weeks ago to keep her occupied, she had accepted the "magic tablet" without question and mastered it with terrifying speed.

"Sorry, sweetheart," I muttered, waiting for my racing heart to slow down.

Anna’s brows pulled together, instantly snapping back into Alpha mode. "Okay… what’s wrong?"

I swallowed hard, the reality of tomorrow night crashing down on me. "I haven’t shifted in four hundred years, Anna. My wolf is huge. Bright white. If anyone sees me, they’ll know exactly what I am".

Anna’s expression softened instantly — worry, protectiveness, and something deeper flickering behind her eyes. "Then I’ll shift with you," she offered.

I shook my head. "No. I need you with Sophie. She can’t be alone during a full moon. Do you have… I don’t know… a dungeon? A cellar? Something I can be locked in?"

Anna nodded slowly. "We have an old cellar in the forest. Chains and everything. Haven’t used it in many years".

"That’s perfect," I said. "We’ll get new chains. You’ll lock me up".

Anna hesitated, her eyes dropping to my hands before meeting my gaze again. "Okay. But… what if you escape?"

“Then let’s hope no one sees me,” I said quietly.

We both exhaled at the same time — hers anxious, mine resigned.

Silence settled over the kitchen. The reality of what tomorrow night meant hung between us, heavy and terrifying. I was going to be chained like an animal in the dark, praying my own strength didn't break me out.

Anna cleared her throat, clearly desperate to pull us out of the gloom. “Want to borrow some of my old training clothes for tomorrow morning?” she asked, offering a small, tentative smile to lighten the mood.

“Yes, please,” I said, incredibly grateful for the lifeline.

Sophie, who had apparently been listening with one ear while tapping on her screen, yawned loudly. “Does that mean Anna can look after me tomorrow night?”

Anna reached over and nudged Sophie's foot. “Yeah, sweetie, just you and me,” she said immediately.

Sophie set the tablet down and leaned closer, whispering like she was sharing state secrets. “Can I have more cake tomorrow?”

Anna laughed, the bright sound cutting completely through the lingering tension in the room. “Of course you can.”

I smiled, a genuine warmth blooming in my chest. The way Sophie trusted Anna so easily made something tight and guarded inside me finally unclench.

Tomorrow was going to be pure chaos. But looking at the two of them, knowing Sophie was safe... it gave me the strength to face the moon.