I make my way down to my chambers.  The wind howling aggressively outside. Of course there was a Thunderstorm. Lightning thunders against the windows. Lighting up the hallway. 

I could hear a scream echo through the halls. 

I stop in my tracks as Shuri comes running out of her chambers. Her face is pale with fear. "Shuri." I say as she jumps. She runs at me, tackling me in a hug. 

"Hunter, I'm scared." She cries in my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her to calm her down. She jumps again, as another thunder booms. 

"What's wrong?" T'Challa asks, standing in the doorway of his chambers. I could tell by the light seeping through the crack of his door that he was reading. 

"Shuri got scared by the thunder." I explain. 

"No, it's not just that." Shuri whimpers, pulling away from me. "Mother and Father are supposed to be flying home tonight from their big meeting." 

I wrap my arms around her again. She's worried that Father and Mother might not come back. Due to the storm. To be honest, this is a pretty bad storm. Especially for Wakanda. I glance at T'Challa as he comes to the same conclusion as I do. He opens his door wider and motions for us to come in. 

We follow T'Challa into his chambers, gesturing for us to join him on his bed. Shuri crawls in first, sitting as close as she can to T'Challa. I squeeze in next to her, pulling the book I had against my chest. 

Shuri leans her head against T'Challa's shoulder as he continues reading. I continue where I left off as well. Eventually, Shuri falls asleep. 

"What are you reading? I have never seen that book in the library." T'Challa whispers, trying not to wake up Shuri. I turn my book to show him the cover. On it, is the engraving of a wolf head. The symbol of The White Wolf. 

"Father gave it to me to read. He says it will give me a general idea of my role as The White Wolf." I gently stroke the symbol with my fingers. "Father made it himself." 

"So, are you ready to start your White Wolf training?" T'Challa asks.

"Well, who else is going to do it? I'm the only white person in Wakanda." I say while shrugging my shoulders. I release a breath. "Were you ready when you started training to be Black Panther?" 

"In all honesty? I wasn't." 

"You're lying," I say, side-eyeing him. "You were practically raised from birth to be the Black Panther and the King." 

He nods his head. "Yeah, you're right." He chuckles softly. Shuri shifts. She rests her head on my shoulder now. "How will you be trained?" He asked me. 

"Father said once I turn twelve, I'll begin training with the Dora Milaje. And Zuri will tutor me on how I must conduct myself in ceremonies." 

T'Challa softly whistles. "Wow, training with the Dora Milaje. Nice." I nod my head, agreeing with him. "You know, Father explained to me that when I'm to be king and having my challenge day, I am to fight you." 

I stop reading my book. "What?" 

"Yeah. It's your job as The White Wolf to determine the worthiness of the King to be. So, if no tribe challenges me, we are to fight." A sly smile appears on T'Challa's face. "And just to let you know, when that time does come, I will not go easy on you, ubhuti omncinci." little brother

I chuckle at him. "But what would happen if I beat you, ubhuti omkhulu?" big brother

He chuckles at me. "Then you will rule Wakanda until either Shuri is old enough or you deem me worthy."

"Then you better win T'Challa." I say as I flip back to my spot. I try not to let T'Challa see, but I am scared. Me fight T'Challa? Me rule Wakanda?! No way. I'm not ready for that. 

I rest my head on top of Shuri's, continuing my reading. T'Challa shifts as he rests his head next to mine.

We sit like this until sleep takes us over as well.