His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 35

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 35: The Golden Wolf
Moana

As Ethan mentioned the “Golden Wolf”, I felt Mina react strongly in my head. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell that she was just as intrigued as I was. “I haven’t heard of the Golden Wolf,” I said, shaking my head.

Ethan smiled. “If you want to know more about werewolves, then this will interest you,” he said. He turned and started to walk, nodding with his head for me to follow. As I walked with him, he began to speak, gesticulating with his hands.

“The story of the Golden Wolf is a story that has been passed down through generations and generations of werewolves,” he began. “If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure if it’s real or just an old wives’ tale; some werewolves will say it’s real, and others will say that it’s just a legend. Either way, it’s an important story. You see, there was supposedly once an extremely rare, golden wolf that was spotted only once in the forest by a human. He was hunting for his village, long before humans knew about werewolves, and he had his bow drawn to shoot the wolf, thinking it was an elk — but just as he was about to shoot, he realized that it was actually an enormous wolf. The wolf looked into his eyes, causing him to drop his bow and run back to his village. He told his entire village the story of the wolf and led them back to the spot where he found it, but it was gone. There were no footprints, no trace of the wolf. The village thought that the man was insane. He kept saying that the Golden Wolf would bring the world into the next age, but some people thought that it was an omen of the apocalypse.”

“What happened to the man?” I asked.

Ethan shrugged. “They burned him at the stake. The legend says that he continued to speak of the Golden Wolf, even when his body was engulfed in flames.”

“That’s insane.”

“It is,” Ethan said. “That’s why I don’t think it’s a true story. How could the man know all of this just from one look at the wolf?”

I paused for a moment, turning my head to look at some of the paintings around us before speaking again. “So, this Golden Wolf,” I said, chewing the words thoughtfully on my tongue, “was it ever seen again?”

Ethan shook his head. “The people who claim it was real say that it went into hiding, and that it possibly even went dormant. Some claim that it will present itself again as someone’s wolf. A ‘chosen one’, if you will. But… I don’t know. All of this ‘chosen one’ nonsense is usually just that: nonsense. And if the Golden Wolf was somehow real, it would probably be killed by fanatics before anything could happen.”

“It almost sounds like more of a curse than a blessing,” I said.