Chapter Four – Our Birthday Ball
*Rihanna's POV*
It was the D-day—the day I'd finally meet him, my mate. The day I could show off my silver wolf, keep everyone away, and emit intimidating auras. They'd all shudder in fear as I fulfilled the prophecy.
Long ago, there was a random prophecy that a silver wolf would bless the werewolf land. One stronger than any Alpha King could control. He or she wasn't to be feared, as they weren't born to cause havoc, but to integrate the lands and fight off any werewolves' enemies. It was said to be the blessing of the Moon Goddess to her people, but the twisted werewolves assumed it was a curse to control them, hence ostracizing and killing silver wolves. Many silver wolves were slaughtered or sent away from their packs.
