Chapter 049
CHASE
I had to find it even if I had to stay in this musty place all week. Hannah's life was dependent on it. I laid down the last book on the shelf, and looked over at the next shelf. I was reaching for the first book on it when my eyes fell on another book; a large leather bound book that I instantly recognised.
"I got it!" I shouted as I grabbed the book.
Jace and Cade gathered around as I flipped through the pages feverishly, yet carefully. The pages of the book were yellowed with age and pretty frail.
I stopped at a page with a heading that read 'The legend of the white wolf.'
"That's it," I said excitedly, stabbing a finger at the letters. "This contains the answer, the answer to everything. Don't you see?"
My brothers weren't looking at me but at the book. Then they were staring at me as though I had lost my mind. Cade looked mostly angry but Jace was gawking like I had suddenly grown a second head.
"Seriously?" I shook my head. "You both haven't read this?"
Cade shot me a glare, "Everyone knows the legend of the white wolf but what does that have to do with Hannah?"
Jace looked back the way we had come, and shook his head slowly. "I can't believe I ran all the way here for this. We were talking about something serious back there.”
"Just listen," I said. My eyes zeroed in on the paragraph about the characteristics of the white wolf when in the transformation stage and then I began to read it aloud. "The chosen one loses their natural hair colouration, sometimes the eye colouration too. They develop increased speed, agility, knowledge and abilities. The white wolf is considered to be the highest form of a werewolf, having a direct link to the moon goddess herself."
There was a long silence for a while before Case sighed and said, "So do you actually believe what you just read? There has been no white wolf recorded in the past century."
"Yes. That's true. But the thing is there is always one every century. Always."
Jace's mouth turned down at the corners. "Er- I don't mean to talk down on our mate. Still I have to say this. I really do love her a lot but do you really think that she could have been chosen by the moon goddess? The girl could barely speak up for herself!"
"Listen," I tapped the book. "Do you remember the story of the last white wolf?"
Cade nodded. "Yes. Isolde Fairchild. She was wolfless and accused of theft. She was hanged, pronounced dead and then she came back to life. Her hair turned white... yada, yada, yada. How is that related to Hannah?"
I smiled. "It relates to Hannah when you remember that every white wolf always has a near death experience. In fact, it's written here that the white wolf is always a woman. The last two white wolves gained their powers literally after death or a near death experience. Before that, they were not special. Isolde was wolfless so if she can be the white wolf..."
"It means Hannah can be too," Cade said slowly.
"Whoa. Slow down, both of you," Jace said. "Do you understand the meaning of what you're saying? Hannah? The white wolf? That is crazy. She is literally fighting for her life and you both are speculating that she could be the next savior? Real crazy!”
"Crazier than the white hair?" I asked. "Or her body rejecting the wolfsbane? She shouldn't be alive by now and you both know it."
Cade nodded again. "You're right but how do we know for sure that she's the white wolf? And if she is, what next? How do we wake her up?"
"We just have to wait for her to wake up herself," I said. "Her hair hasn't completely turned white so I think it will take some time for her to-"
At that moment, the door swung open and a guard ran in, panting.
"She's awake," he gasped. "Hannah's awake."
Immediately, we ran from the library, all the way to the room where Hannah was. I was the first to get there. I threw the door open. Hannah was leaning over the side of the bed vomiting thick clumps of dark blood and making retching noises. The maids in the room looked terrified at the stuff pooling on the floor. I could see that contrary to what my brothers had told me, Hannah's hair was now completely white.
Entirely white from root to tip.
After a while, the flow of blood from her mouth slowed and then stopped altogether. She raised her head, and looked up at us. She raised her hand like she was beckoning to us.
"Jace," she mumbled and slumped back against the bed.
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