The beast and the blessed novel by Ashley Breanne novel Chapter 66

Sixty-Six: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Natalie pulled my shirt on quickly when we got back to the car, and I shielded her back as all of my men were staring. They weren't trying to get a look at her skin, I knew that. They were transfixed by seeing her wolf.

Lycans were normally double the size of regular werewolves when we were in our full beast form. Yet, Natalie was just as large. It was also her pure white fur that made everyone stop and turn. They didn't exist that we knew of. The closest we had to her coloring was the wolves that lived up in the snow regions. But even they had spots of grey.

Natalie was the most stunning wolf I had ever seen, and they agreed. If it weren't for that and the immense amount of power she was putting off, I would have been livid that they had watched her slip into my shirt.

But even I was a little star-struck. I was proud as hell. My mate was a descendant of the moon goddess. She was strong, powerful, and...

My eyes traveled over her face as we began the journey home.

In Shock. She was in shock.

Her lips were parted, and her eyes were wider than normal. They were glossy and barely blinking as she stared ahead at the back of the passenger seat. Her skin was pale and sickly, the blood had been drained from her face, and her hands were clasped in her lap above her thighs.

’You did wonderful, my mate." I leaned over and whispered, my lips brushing against her ear softly. She took in a deep breath before turning to face me. I had expected to see water lining her eyes, or for her lip to quiver.

But the lack of emotion there had me even more worried.

She was lost in thought, thoughts I couldn't even begin to guess as her blank stare looked right through me. ' When can I start training in my fur?"

I pressed my lips together, biting back the laugh at her question. Out of everything she could have asked or said, that was at the bottom of my list. ’ As soon as you would like."

"Do you really think she is my mother?" Her question was paired with her looking away, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. She had already lost her mother and father. To find out that she still had a relative out there, one who had abandoned her was not easy.

’I do think she is the one who birthed you." My agreement was met with silence, and I looked over her profile. She was stunning. Ever since I first saw her, I was taken by her. But it was the power radiating off her that had me floored. ’The amount of power in The Sanctum... I feel it in you. At first, it was small, but over time it has grown more prominent. I can feel it very clearly now. It's as if I were sitting next to a full-blooded witch."

A direct descendant of Selene. That was how the witch had put it.

Although she had mentioned Natalie getting her fur color from her. Since she had jet-black hair, I had to assume that she was more than what met the eye.

"I don't know what to do with that. I just wanted to shift into my wolf." She mumbled, closing her eyes and letting her head rest back.

"You embrace it, my love," I whispered, as I reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap, my thumb moving back and forth over the smooth skin.

Natalie's eyes opened as she turned to me. The empty glaze was gone, but so was the hurt. She looked torn, but the faint smile on her lips made my heart thump just a little bit harder during its next beat.

She opened her mouth to speak but snapped it closed just as quickly as the vehicle came to a stop. The gate of the city stood tall and strong before us. The metal glinted in the sun.

"The pack had been waiting to see you. Are you up for a short run?’ I didn't want to push her into anything more when she was already so exhausted and more than likely overwhelmed. But I couldn't deny our people their happiness and wanted to ask her instead of making the decision for her.