The White Wolf With Purple Eyes

Chapter 1: Amethyst: How I Got My Name Hi, my name is Amethyst Walker. My parents, Jessie & Gemma Walker, are the Betas of Alpha Alaric Conrad of the Wildfire Pack. According to my parents, when I was born, like any other pup. I was only three days old, a tiny pup in a world of powerful shifters, and I was crying harder than any three-day-old should. It was a searing pain behind my eyes, a pressure that felt like the world was pushing inward. "It's okay, little one," my mother, Gemma, whispered, her voice tight with worry as she dabbed my forehead with a cool cloth. My father, Jessie, stood by the crib, his strong hand gripping the wooden rail, his beta strength useless against whatever was afflicting his daughter. The pack doctor, an older she-wolf named Elara who smelled of herbs and pine, leaned in closer. "Her fever is rising, Alpha," she reported to Alaric Conrad, the pack leader, who was observing from the doorway with a concerned frown. "I've never seen anything like it. No traditional remedies are working." The pain wasn't just a fever; it was like a fire was burning inside my head, specifically behind my eyes. I squeezed them shut, a high-pitched whine escaping my throat. "Gemma," my father's voice cracked. "Her eyes..." I opened my eyes, and the world swam in a painful, overwhelming light. Elara gasped, stumbling back a step. The Alpha's eyebrows shot up. "By the Goddess," Elara breathed, her hands covering her mouth. "They're... they're purple." My mother rushed to hold me, and I felt a strange shift, a cooling sensation that seemed to originate from within my eyes. The pain subsided almost instantly, leaving behind a dull ache and a profound exhaustion. I blinked, and the light seemed softer now, the world around me tinged with a faint, iridescent glow. The Alpha, Alaric, approached the crib slowly, his powerful aura filling the room. He looked into my newly opened eyes, a complex mix of awe and trepidation on his face. "Amethyst," he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue with a weight that felt ancient and predestined. "A rare and precious stone, and the color of her eyes." My parents looked at each other, the fear in their eyes momentarily replaced by a shared wonder. They had been struggling for days to name me, unable to settle on anything that felt right. But now, it was as if the moon goddess herself had provided it. And so, Amethyst became my name. It was a name that carried the weight of the inexplicable, a constant reminder of the day my eyes changed, and the mystery of whom, or what, I was destined to become, only the Moon Goddess knows. And Sable and I know it won't be revealed to us until she is ready. The Aftermath and Whispers The pack doctor, Elara, quickly recovered her composure, though her hands still trembled as she conducted a final examination. The fever was gone, her temperature perfectly normal, and the pain had vanished as if it had been a nightmare. But my eyes remained the impossible shade of purple—the color of a flawless amethyst stone. The Alpha, Alaric, gave my parents a firm yet reassuring look. "This is not a curse," he declared, his voice carrying the authority that demanded belief. "This is a sign. The Wildfire Pack will protect its own. Elara, you will say nothing of the color to anyone outside this room. Jessie, Gemma, this is a secret, for now." My parents, relieved that their Alpha was not casting them out in fear, nodded in unison. Yet, even as they agreed, the secret began to ripple outward. The pack doctor, despite her promise, couldn't completely silence the curiosity sparked by my mysterious illness. Within weeks, hushed whispers began to circulate through the Wildfire Pack territory. Alpha’s Favor: Some saw my survival and unique trait as a mark of the Moon Goddess's favor, a future pack healer or even a Luna (Alpha's mate). The Omen: Others, the older and more superstitious, muttered about a bad omen, a pup touched by something unnatural, possibly a rogue spirit or an ancestral curse. The Eyes: No one ever spoke openly of the purple, but the name "Amethyst" was enough to keep the mystery alive. They spoke of the intensity of my gaze, the way I seemed to look through them, even as an infant. They thought of me as a freak of nature. My parents kept me close, a precious, fragile secret. My father, Jessie, a Beta known for his steady temperament, became fiercely protective, his eyes constantly scanning for the slightest sign of fear or suspicion directed at his daughter. My mother, Gemma, spent hours rocking me, her own wolf senses straining to detect any change, any return of the burning pain. But there was only the quiet wonder of my amethyst eyes, gazing back at her with the deep, mysterious color of twilight. That day, the day my name was forged in pain and wonder, marked the beginning of my solitary life. I was Amethyst, the daughter of Betas, the pup with the impossible eyes, living under the careful shield of an Alpha's decree. The Wildfire Pack was my home, but my secret ensured I was never truly one of them. I was destined for something greater, something special made by the Moon Goddess, a path that lay hidden in the depths of my own purple gaze. The Silent Years and the Fateful Eighteenth Twelve years passed under the watchful, nervous eyes of the Wildfire Pack. I became a master of camouflage, perfecting the art of being just the Beta's daughter. The purple light incident was a shadow I kept locked away. I excelled in pack school, was dutiful in my chores, and was always the last one picked for any team sport—a testament to my successful, albeit painful, strategy of being forgettable. Alpha Alaric’s protection was not purely altruistic. He wasn't preparing a pawn for an outside force, but for an internal succession. He had a son, Desmond, who was already showing signs of being a powerful, dominant Alpha—a natural leader, beloved by the pack. The great ambition of Alpha Alaric was to secure his lineage, and he held a desperate, secret hope: that my unique strength, the power of the Amethyst Wolf, would be a gift to his son. He believed that I was destined to be Desmond’s fated mate and, therefore, the future Luna of the Wildfire Pack. My special qualities would strengthen the next generation and ensure the pack's dominance. The plan was simple: when I turned eighteen and was ready to shift, Alpha Alaric would formally present me to his son. He would reveal my hidden destiny, ensuring his son understood the value I brought to the Alpha line.