Tamming My Wild Lycan Mate

“They're coming,” Sarah said, placing her hand on my lip, which means I should stop talking. “The Matilda pack is coming.” Matilda's pack! I repeated it in my head, and my heart skipped a beat before it stopped functioning completely. I could feel this strange adrenaline rushing through my head, spreading through all the veins that carried blood in my body, and making its way to my leg. I could hear my intelligence screaming at my leg, yelling at it to move so we wouldn't face the wrath of the Matilda pack. I don't want to have anything to do with the Matilda pack again. I'd disappear at the sight of them. Ever since their ruthless Alpha nearly took advantage of me, It took all my strength not to commit suicide that day. All thanks to Sarah's stupid prank. She's the culprit, and I was the one who faced the wrath instead; and, she was the one who ended up saving me from the same mess she created. She was the one who suggested that we try something new and crazy that day. It's the day that the Matilda pack and their ruthless Alpha came to tour the Hudson River. We crept into their camp, stole their supplies, spoiled their clothes, and poured bugs on what remained of their provision. I don't know how they did it, but they tracked us down. “They're near,” Sarah said again, scaring me more. By now, my legs are heeding my intelligent call to run. The idiot is even moving without my consent. Just when I was about to take to my heels, I felt something holding me back. “Release your f*cking hand from my shoulder!” I screamed at her, jerking furiously to break free. “Easy, baby.” She said, “We got caught that day because we didn't mask our scent. I promise you that won't happen now.” She assured me I frown, raise my eyebrows in confusion, and say, “Scent! What was that supposed to mean?” “Scent is what differentiates people. There's no way those b*stards could have tracked us down if we had hidden ours that day.” Sarah explained in a whispering tone. I rolled my eyes dramatically and asked, “Why didn't you think of it earlier?” “It escaped my mind,” she explained, sniffing the air again. “They're coming in this direction.” She said it hastily. I stretch my neck, looking around and wondering where the so-called beings are coming from. When I couldn't see anything or hear the rustling of snow, I asked, “Where the hell are they?” followed by a hissing sound that left my mouth. “Shut up and listen to me,” she whispered. Before I could blink, Sarah covered my body with snow and buried my head underneath it. “And here they are.” I heard her say: However, it was like her voice was coming from afar. I felt a great cold gushing into my body and freezing my blood. Rapidly, the thought of the Matilda pack disappeared from my mind. I couldn't find it again. I tried forcing my head out, but her grip was too strong. I couldn't wriggle my body free. Just when I thought I was about to die, she released me. I dragged in a great quantity of air and exhaled sharply. My breath was rough, and I could still feel the watery snow in my throat. Angrily, I turned around and tried slapping her. She was quick to grab my hand midway. “Why did you do that?” I shouted at her, totally forgetting about the Matilda pack. It was like Sarah already knew about my next move. She picked up another great quantity of the snow and shoved it into my throat, making my voice come out muffled instead. She dragged me toward herself and then closed my mouth and nose altogether, forcing me to gulp down the snow she shoved into my mouth earlier. As the snow went down my throat, it left a frigid temperature on my throat and at the back of my tongue. I could feel it touching the bottom of my stomach and nearly freezing it. I don't know whether to break down or bit her. I looked at my body. I could see that I was now covered in snow, and I couldn't recognize myself. I resemble one of the snow walkers. The Snow Walkers were the creatures that were rumored to be living in the snow. From what Sarah told me, she said they are like the undead army. Their group was made up of bodies that weren't burned. If a wolf is killed and the body is not burned, it will resurrect and begin living in the snow until winter arrives. When it's winter, they will all emerge as one and cause havoc, killing any being they come across and gaining more population. Though I haven't had the chance to see one, I've only heard the tales from Sarah, and I'm yet to believe her. Why? because I believe it's a superstition; especially when she said the last of the snow walkers was killed by Alpha Rey. I jerked furiously and tried to free myself from her grip. However, she's just too strong. “Easy, baby. You're going to blow our cover.” I don't care if I blow our cover! I screamed in my mind. Blow our cover! The word repeated itself in my head, and I was able to grasp what she was saying. I quickly composed myself and went mute. Instantly, the spirits of the deaf and dumb seek shelter in my body. It's the thought of the Matilda pack that makes me useless and vulnerable. I remained calm and watched from beside the rock where we were hiding as Alpha Rey led his beta and some omegas past us. At the sight of him, I felt like hitting him for what he did to me the last time. However, I couldn't. There's something strange that's rendering me useless. A strong aura was radiating from him, which made me feel powerless, though it didn't last. It's just for a while. They were almost past us when Alpha Rey halted. I couldn't get a clearer vision of his face because of the position I was standing in, yet I could see him looking around as if sniffing the environment, his head wandering around like an antenna. He let out a growl and ruffled his hair like someone in frustration. After searching around for several more minutes without seeing anything or any clue, he continued his walk, and the rest followed him. I looked at Sarah and gave her a high five. “How did you know snow would mask our scent?” I asked while grinning widely. “It's what every supernatural being experiences,” she said, confusing me more. “Snow doesn't allow the night-walking creature to catch a scent. It covered it and lessened the power of the night-walking creatures.” She clarified. I raised my brow at her, “Including you?” I asked. “I'm different, baby. I'm a coyote. I can evolve and shape-shift.” Before I could ask what she meant by evolving, she grabbed my hand and yanked me up with her strength. I could feel my arm nearly removed by the strength she used to drag me up. Sometimes, I tend to wonder if she doesn't know that I'm not strong like her. At least not yet. “Come here, baby, let me show you something,” Sarah said hastily while dragging me into the deepest part of the snowy mountain. After ten more minutes of walking, amidst the desolate snowy mountaintop, an abandoned hut stands as a lonely sentinel, weathered by time and enshrouded in a pristine blanket of glistening snow. The once-sturdy walls, now worn and sagging, display the marks of neglect and isolation. The structure, small and humble, exudes an aura of melancholy, bearing witness to the passage of seasons without the touch of human care. The hut's roof bows under the weight of accumulated snow, creating a picturesque scene that seems frozen in time. Icicles hang like delicate stalactites along the eaves, their sharp edges reflecting the faint sunlight that peeks through the overcast skies. The windows, once clear panes to the world beyond, now appear frosted, veiling the interior from prying eyes. As the snow drifts gather around the hut's base, they create an embracing mound that seems to cocoon the dwelling in a protective embrace. Footprints of wildlife and occasional wanderers leave traces of life's fleeting encounters, but they too fade away with each fresh snowfall, leaving the hut to its lonesome existence. The wooden walls bear the scars of time and weather, their paint long since stripped away by the elements, exposing the raw, grainy texture of the timber beneath. Gaps and cracks now serve as a refuge for snow and the chilly wind that whistles through, giving an eerie whispering sound that echoes through the emptiness. The hut's door, once a portal of welcome, now hangs slightly ajar, creaking faintly in the breeze like a forlorn cry for attention. The hinges, rusty and weather-beaten, tell tales of the countless times it swung open and shut in its heyday. A forgotten threshold, once traversed by lively footfalls, now remains untouched and forgotten. In the winter twilight, as the sun sinks beyond the horizon, the hut takes on an otherworldly charm. It was like no one had been here for centuries. Yet it's not. It might've been abandoned for a long time, but I knew Sarah was here before. She was just too perfect at everything, including how to cover tracks. I knew she did this to avoid people from prying inside the hut. She's hiding something in the hut. “What's inside?” I asked anxiously, curiosity taking the best part of me. Sarah said, “This is where I came to enjoy my day whenever you slipped from the mountain. It's where I saw the jam I brought home a week ago.” I felt a pang of jealousy arise in me as soon as Sarah finished her explanation. “So, you've been enjoying all this without me,” I accused, trying my best to sound angry. Yet my voice comes out like the meowing of a cat. “But I always bring something,” she argued. I waved her speech away and dashed to the front door. “Wait, something isn't right.” She tried to warn me. However, I wasn't in the mood to wait. She might be playing another prank on me. I concluded in my mind. I grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open. The door easily opened, and it was too late before I realized that Sarah was right. Something is wrong indeed. Waiting patiently inside the room is something I didn't expect. It scared me to the bone, and I could feel myself peeing on my pants. It has been a long time since I was scared like this. I should've listened to Sarah! I blamed myself