Chapter 48

• Ivory's POV
• As the transcending entryways of the Knight Moon Pack an area materialized, a feeling of fear washed over me. This was all there was to it - the second I had been both expecting and fearing. I was going to step into a world that had been stowed away from me for such a long time, a domain where I was viewed as an untouchable, a simple human push into the middle of animals I had once accepted to be just legends. Celene's presence blended inside me, a consistent update that I was as of now not the only one in this excursion. _"Consistent yourself, Ivory,"_ she mumbled, her voice a relieving salve against the frayed edges of my nerves. _"This is our fate, our way to walk. Embrace it with great affection, and the rest will follow." _ I gestured, preparing my determination as the gigantic doors opened up, uncovering a clamoring local area settled inside the limits of the pack's domain. Rolf's expansive edge stepped ahead, all his developments oozing a quality of certainty and authority that was befitting of an Alpha. I followed intently behind, my look clearing over the multifaceted embroidery of structures and designs that appeared to merge flawlessly with the encompassing normal scene. As we wandered further into the core of the pack, I turned out to be keenly conscious about the inquisitive gazes and murmured mumbles that continued afterward. Some pack individuals respected me with open interest, their eyes land with a combination of wonderment and worship, as though they were seeing the appearance of a hotly anticipated legend. Others, notwithstanding, shot me looks of not so subtle hatred, their lips twisted into scoffs that said a lot of their doubt towards the outcast in their middle. I really wanted to feel unsure under the heaviness of their examination, my skin prickling with a combination of uneasiness and disobedience. I held my, not set in stone to extend a demeanor of certainty that gave a false representation of the unrest stirring inside me. As we moved toward the focal social event region, a quiet fell over the group, and I got myself the focal point of consideration. Rolf stopped, his puncturing look clearing over the gathered load individuals with a demeanor of power that requested regard. "My pack," he started, his voice conveying a weight that appeared to resound through the very air around us. "Today, we invite another part into our crease, one who holds a position of high standing and importance among us." I felt the heaviness of endless eyes upon me, some loaded up with interest, others with scarcely disguised scorn. I squared my shoulders, meeting their looks with a steely determination that concealed the butterflies rippling in my stomach. "This is Ivory Tracker," Rolf proceeded, his hand stopping on the little of my back in a token of possessive pride. "She is my mate, picked by the moon goddess herself, and in that capacity, she is to be treated with the highest regard and love." A mumble undulated through the group, and I got bits of quieted murmurs, some loaded up with wonder, others bound with wariness. "In any case, she is human," a voice called out, its proprietor a stout werewolf with a scar scratched across his cheek. "How could a simple human genuinely deserve such an honor?" Rolf's look solidified, his jaw gripping as he fixed the speaker with a shrinking glare. "Ivory might have been conceived human, however she is no customary human," he thundered, his voice bound with an advance notice that sent a shudder down my spine. "She conveys the blood of our sort, an uncommon and valuable gift that has lain lethargic inside her as of recently." The mumbles developed stronger, a clamor of doubting murmurs and quieted interjections. I could feel the heaviness of their examination like an actual power, pushing downward on me from all sides. "Incomprehensible," another voice jeered, this one having a place with a flexible female werewolf with eyes that sparkled with a savage glimmer. "A human conveying our blood? Preposterous!" Rolf's noses erupted, his eyes blazing with a risky glimmer that guaranteed revenge for the individuals who really considered testing him. Before he could answer, nonetheless, a natural figure ventured forward, her magnificent bearing directing prompt consideration. "Enough," Irene Hudgens, Rolf's mom and the previous Alpha, pronounced, her voice slicing through the noise like a blade. "My child talks reality. Ivory is no conventional human - she is a relative of the old Ice Pride Pack, a bloodline that was believed to be lost to us." An aggregate wheeze undulated through the group, and I could detect the change in the air, the obvious load of doubt giving way to a newly discovered veneration. "The Ice Pride Pack?" the scarred werewolf inhaled, his eyes extending in stunningness. "However, they were legends, fantasies went down through ages." Irene evened out him with a harsh look, her lips pressed together into a slim line. "Legends frequently have their foundations in truth, old buddy. Furthermore, truly Ivory conveys inside her the tradition of a pack that was once dreaded and regarded all through our domain." My heart roared in my chest as the heaviness of Irene's words sank in. I was presently not simply a human push into a world I didn't have the foggiest idea - I was a piece of this world, a relative of a strong heredity that had been lost to the ways of the world. As the group separated, clearing a path for Irene to approach, I ended up encompassed in the more established lady's hug, a motion that appeared to convey with it the heaviness of ages of untold stories and secret insights. "Welcome, kid," Irene mumbled, her voice bound with a glow that misrepresented the harsh outside she had introduced minutes sooner. "Welcome to your actual home, to the world that has been denied to you for a really long time." I felt a knot structure in my throat, a tumult of feelings whirling inside me like a seething tempest. I returned the hug, gripping to Irene as though the more established lady were an anchor amidst a fierce ocean. Yet again as we separated, I saw the group, their appearances going from wonderment to doubt, and in the middle between. I knew, at that time, that my process had just barely started - an excursion laden with difficulties and snags that would test the actual furthest reaches of my purpose. In any case, as I went to confront Rolf, his eyes sparkling with a combination of pride and love, I realize that I wouldn't be distant from everyone else. With him close by, and the recently discovered information on my actual legacy copying inside me like a signal, I felt a flood of assurance course through my veins. I was Ivory Tracker, mate to the Alpha and relative of the unbelievable Ice Pride Pack. Furthermore, as I lifted my jaw, meeting the examining looks of the load individuals with a steely purpose, I quietly promised to substantiate myself deserving of the heritage that moved through my veins. The long stretches of time that followed were a tornado of movement, as I ended up push head-first into the mind boggling universe of pack elements and werewolf customs. Some pack individuals embraced me with great affection, inviting me as their Alpha's picked mate and treating me with the respect befitting my recently discovered status. Others, notwithstanding, still had lingering doubts, their looks loaded up with not at all subtle contempt as they kept a close eye on me, hanging tight for me to vacillate, to uncover myself as the outcast they trusted me to be. I endured their examination with a tranquil assurance, my purpose floated by the unfaltering help of Rolf and the small bunch of pack individuals who had energized to my side. I drenched myself in the lessons of the pack, learning the unpredictable traditions and customs that had been gone down through ages. However, in spite of my earnest attempts, there stayed a propensity of strain, an unmistakable gap that took steps to crack the fragile equilibrium inside the pack. Murmurs undulated through the positions, energized by the people who scrutinized my value, my entitlement to remain close to the Alpha as his mate. It was during one of these strained minutes that I ended up stood up to by a gathering of nonconformists, their eyes igniting with scarcely disguised aggression. "You don't have a place here," the scarred werewolf jeered, his lips twisted into a disdainful scoff. "Regardless of what bloodline you guarantee to convey, you're as yet a pariah, a simple human playing at being one of us.”