Howl of the White Wolf Chapter 1

Prologue

Gig's Harbor, Puget Sound Washington

5:00 p.m.

The young dark haired boy stood on the dock of Gig's Harbor as the waves crashed gently against the dock's old wooden planks.

It had been a good day of patrol and he and his pack had done well at keeping the evil away from the Island.

Come to think of it, they hadn't seen the malicious spirits on the beaches for quite some time.

He wondered if that meant that they were taking a holiday from terrorizing their pack and the people of the Island.

As he watched the glorious rays of pink and red shoot across the setting sky, he reflected back on his life as a Herron Island Protector.

Ever since he was born he was told the legends of the Island and was prepared for his role as the pack's Alpha.

Long ago in ancient times, a Korean exploring expedition landed on the beaches of Herron Island and decided to settle on the abundant shores.

The story goes that these settlers took all of the resources from the Island and in turn they angered the Ancient spirits of the land and sea.

The spirits placed a curse on the generations to come that meant that every few hundred years, a child would be born from one of the original ancestors of the Island's families and would serve for the rest of their lives as white wolves that had special abilities so they could guard the land from evil spirits.

To this day, Minho and his pack roamed the beaches and forests of the Island as they protected their home with pride.

But now as Minho stood on the docks watching as the day turned to night, he couldn't help but think about how every male in his pack already had a mate.

Except for him.

He was only 18 years old and still lived a very human life despite his responsibilities as the Alpha.

But he couldn't help but wonder if his mate was out there, somewhere waiting for him to find her.

Just as he was finishing that thought, he jumped slightly when his iPhone started to ring in the pocket of his cargo pants.

Rolling his eyes he let out a huff of annoyance thinking that it was one of his pack mates calling about an issue on patrol.

But when he checked the caller ID he was surprised to see his old Sam Uley's name flash across the screen.

Hitting the talk button he smiled as Sam's rumbling voice was heard on the other end.

"Minho? Are you there?"

Minho let out a bark of laughter and shook his head.

"Of course I am, dude. What's up? It's been ages since we've talked. I was meaning to come down to the Res and take a holiday but I've just been so busy with pack business. Ya know how it goes."

He could practically hear the sound of Sam rolling his eyes as a deep laugh sounded on the other end.

"Yeah there's been some…incidents on the Res and in Forks. I was wondering if you could take that holiday and come down to help us out. Prepare to stay for a while. There's been leeches spotted and they've been making kills around town. The humans are starting to get suspicious. I could really use a hand if you're up for a good fight."

Minho's brows furrowed together as he turned and gazed out at the now darkened horizon.

It had been years since he had seen Sam and been down to La Push and he knew that his pack would probably give him hell for leaving.

But, the spirits that usually bothered the people of the Island seemed to be taking a holiday too so he figured, why not?

"Alright. I'll drive down tonight. I should be there early tomorrow morning. Let me get things settled with my pack and I'll be there as soon as I can. I can always tell when something's stressing you out and apparently these fucking leeches are doing nothing to help with your much needed stress relief."

Sam let out a relieved sigh and Minho knew that he was smiling that goofy ass smile that he usually did when he got him to agree with him.

"Thanks bro. I'll see you soon. I have to get the pack to school tomorrow morning, but Emily should be home and she can get you settled. We'll talk more soon. Later, Min."

Before Minho could even respond he heard the tell-tale click on the other line and shook his head wondering what exactly he had just gotten himself into.

Turning to go off towards where the pack house was, he glanced one more time out at the rolling sea and wished on the light of the moon that maybe, just maybe his mate would reveal herself soon.