The Necklace That Protects Me novel Chapter 62

We made it to the Alpha's quarters. When we opened the door I saw a sight I thought I was prepared for, but wasn't.

Against the far wall was a woman in chains. She was nothing but skin and bones with wounds and bruises covering her small frame. Her silver hair hung lifelessly in front of her face. My mother. My mother was alive, but nearly beaten to death.

"Mother...." I uttered, barely more than a whisper. The woman's head shot up. Dull sunken in eyes met mine. He face was pale, her entire body looked unbelievably frail, but her eyes when they met mine showed passion. Her eyes watched me in amazement, she almost seemed unable to believe I was real. I was frozen in shock.

Amy walked over to the chains and tried to release them. She even tried with magic but could not get them. Realizing I'd have to overpower Jackson's magic I stepped forward carefully.

I said the words and concentrated solely on the lock. I pushed with more power after a few seconds, I could feel my power raging against Jackson's. Lilith added her strength to mine and finally the locks dropped off. I was exhausted but ecstatic, my power had outdone Jackson's.

Thomas carefully picked up his sister, her body went limp in his arms. I could see the pain in his face though he quickly tried to hide it. We rushed back out of the house as quickly as we could. As we were exciting through the hidden passage I heard a dark chuckle behind me. All of us stopped in our tracks.

"Why go through all this trouble for a traitor like her." A man's voice sneered from where we had just come. He stepped closer and I could see that it was Reed, Jackson's son.

"My mother is not a traitor!" I all but screamed at him. Shock crossed his face, I don't know why, perhaps he didn't expect me to scream?

"She is not your mother." He stated.

"Yes she is!" I scoffed at him. What a weird conversation, I just wanted to bolt out of here, but I didn't want him to attack. I watched him closely to make sure he wasn't mind linking for help.

When I visited my father in dreamland he was so happy to hear that we'd been able to rescue her, he was beyond devastated to hear about the shape she was in though. He went into a rage and left the dream. I couldn't call him back for a few days after that.

I had nothing to do but wait. I went through a book about white wolves that I had already read. In the back of it, it had five previous white wolves listed, along with the details they knew of their lives. Most were decent beings, one however, was not.

I decided to try to contact one of them in dreamland, I'd never done it with anyone but my father but I was hopeful it would work. Annalise Buedreu. The oldest wolf listed, with a long list of good deeds.

When I entered dreamland that night I closed my eyes and thought of her. I opened my eyes when a chuckle rang out, her voice was like a bell, soft and light. She stood in front of me. A beautiful woman with light blond hair past her waist. Her hair was wavy and unkept. She had soft blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. He skin was pale but littered with freckles. She looked very friendly and kind.