Chapter summary of Chapter 64 – The Last White Wolf by Sora
In Chapter 64, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel The Last White Wolf by Sora, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Last White Wolf.
"Come on," Milo growled pulling me to my feet, which I fell into his arms due to the pain. As much as I wanted to push away, I knew I could not and he knew that as well. Pulling me from his bare chest, Milo pushed me forward making me greatly limp in pain.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask glancing back at him before he pushed me forward again, this time almost making me fall.
"Some place you belong."
Shit. I glared at the sky as the sun started to fall, its dull light was shining pass the leafs on the trees. The moon light started to grow upon us making my warmth growl cold. A light glow of fire surround by howling and chatter was heard and seen from infront behind some trees. I had stop trying to exam this, what was that? It couldn't have been Austin, he was the opposite direction. What tribe was out here other than pyloric's? Growing irritated, Milo picked me up shoving me back over his shoulder as I grunted in pain.
He head towards the light and voices, I knew instantly this wasn't a good sign. I grew more scared trembling on Milo as he carried me on not caring how I felt.
"We're here." He announced stepping into the clear site with no trees. Tents were set up everywhere as wolves and those who had not shifted surrounded campfires. Some gathered around to challenge each other to show strength or impress girls. There were different color wolves but the ones that stood out was the brown haired with red eyes. I clenched against his shoulder as glares were turned to me, wolves following behind sniffing my scent as he started on a path through the tent halls.
I glanced at the snarling wolves that glared at me, their blood red eyes filled with hunger as they approached more. I sunk back cowering into Milo's arms hiding from their stares. Not noticing, Milo had found a tent entering in as the curtains draped in front of me. The darkness of outside was shunned out by the lightness of his room which caused me to immediately look around. The tent was huge and torches were set up everywhere causing the light. His grey covered pallet was lying in the back left of the room. His things scattered around with crafted stuff here and there. Oh God, he wasn't going to keep me here was he?
I was thrown onto the cold pallet, which hurt as my side hit first. I looked up at Milo seeing as he exited out leaving me there. What the hell? As odd as that was it was a good thing. I sat up rubbing my side in confusion but glad at the same time that he was gone. Sadly, I didn't know where I was or maybe I could have escape...not. I grabbed my arm wincing at the dried up blood and oozing out where his nails dug at my skin. Man, how was I going to explain this to Austin?
The curtain flew back as an figured appeared in the door. I immediately jumped to my feet recognizing the person who stood before me but fell down in pain. Levi rushed over to me picking me up as I hugged him desperately as tears escaped my eyes.
"Levi," I cried as he hugged me back but sat me down afterwards wiping my tears away. "What are you doing here...?"
"Um." He bit down on his lip pushing his long red hair out of his face. "You'll know soon..."
"But I will," both Levi and I glanced at Milo as he entered the room once again. A chuckle escaped from him, walking over to the pallet he sat down. "I kid. I'll never hurt you again Chance."
I glared between them, knowing I couldn't trust Milo, but I was confused on Levi. I mean he was here, with me and Milo. He knew the things Milo did and took from me, so how could I believe him?
"I adore your confused face," Milo whispered from infront of me before he licked my face.
A sudden scream of disgust drew pass my lips, my palms found his chest as I pushed him away. "N-no!"
"God, you're beautiful," Milo exhaled smashing his lips to mine roughly. I slapped him only to get pushed farther into the wall.

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