Kaya
I am walking on the ice. My mother is shouting, telling me not to go too far into the inlet. I just wanted to explore. I wanted to see the whales that come into the bay sometimes. I hear the ice creek beneath my wooly boots.
After a few minutes, I finally see the whales in the bay. I move closer. I love seeing them hunt. I hear my mother yet again calling for me. I turn to face her and tell her just a few more minutes. But as I turn, I hear the ice begin to shriek.
All of a sudden, I feel the water swallowing me. My body is being stabbed by thousands of needles. And I twist and contort under the ice. My adrenalin is coursing through my tiny body. I need to get out from under the ice.
I stop resisting. Please let this work, I think to myself. I let the current take me out further. I look up and see it is working; I am out beneath the ice shelf after a few moments. I try to brace myself. I know better than to fight against the current. But if I don't surface soon, I will drown.
I kick as hard as my little legs would allow. I can feel my clothes are heavy and pulling me down. I don't have time to undress. I have been under the water too long. I kick harder, and then I break through the surface.
Finally, I can breathe. I had made it out from the current. I look around. What can I grab? I need to get out of the water; my next challenge is not freezing to death. I see the ice shelf. It is not too far, I think. I can make it. But will it hold me? Will I fall in again?
I couldn't think like that. It was my best option; after all, it was that or die in the water. I began to swim for the shelf. Despite moving slowly and being weighed down, I made it. I hoisted my soaking wet body up, slipping a few times.
Once on top of the ice, I laid back and took a deep breath, filling my lungs with much-needed air. How had I done that? I didn't have time to ponder. I needed to keep moving; I needed to get warm. I was still at risk of dying. I crawled as fast as I could across the ice. I heard the ice begin to creek again.
No, I wouldn't let the sea swallow me again. I stopped and let the ice quiet. Then, I began to creep slowly. It howled; it was going to give away again. I stood up and ran. The ice started to break behind me, but I kept running. I ran as fast as my soaking body would allow.
I finally reached my mother, who was now kneeling, crying. She looked up and opened her arms. I collapsed as I embraced her. The next thing I know, I am being shaken. I close my eyes and open them, and I am in a foreign room.
"Kaya, it is time to get up. We have stuff to do." My brother's mind links me. I was having the dream again. The dream of the day my life changed forever. Again, my brother mind links me."Kaya come on let's go. You were the one who wanted to come down south with me, so get up."
It was true I had wanted to come down south with him. Most people wouldn't call this place southern, but to us, it was. The days here had both night and day all year round, which was the south to me. It was true; I wanted to see what was past our home.
I had never been, unlike my brother. He had tagged along with my father when he made the trips, but now, he would make them alone yearly. I had wanted to tag along this year, and I convinced my brother to let me go.
It was rare for women to leave the pack. Even to find their mates, the women remained put. The custom among the northern packs was that the young men go out and search for their mates. The women stayed put and waited. I didn't want to stay put, though. I wanted to see the outside world at least once. I had told my brother to let me come. Initially, He was hesitant, but he never could say no to me. So, like a thief in the night, we left. When our parents realized we had gone, it was too late to have us return.
As we got in the car, my brother looked at me. He minds linked. "We have a full day of driving. We will stop before we arrive, get dressed for the evening, and then head to Nightshade Pack. "I just nod. We drive most of the day, stopping only for food and bathroom breaks. We finally pulled into a hotel. After checking in, we head to the room. My brother let me have the shower first. It was weird having hot running water so readily available.
I was used to boiling the water, letting it cool, and then scrubbing myself clean. Followed by a nice steam in the homemade sauna that sat on the edge of our small encampment. I bathed fast using the soap that was provided for me in the hotel. It smelled strong, and in truth, I hated it. I tried to scrub off the scent, but it still lingered. I exited the bathroom, allowing my brother a chance to get ready.
I took time to put on my dress. It was my best one. We used dresses like this for ceremonies, and I had made mine with my mother. I looked in the mirror at my appearance. I loved the way my tattoo sat high on my forehead. It was a line that came down to a point and then scooped back up. There were small dashes below the line. In all truth, it looked as though I wore a crown.
My buckskin dress had some embroidery on it. It had taken a long time to stitch the patterns on the dress. I slide on my pants that went underneath the gown. I looked pretty, I thought. I sat on one of the beds and waited for Quill to be done. I tried to wonder what the night would be like. I knew the southern packs were much different than us northers, but I wondered just how different.
It didn't take long, and Quill was ready to go. We went downstairs and received a few looks as we exited the lobby. I knew they were staring at the way we dressed. It wasn't every day people saw attire like ours.
We drove for about 45 minutes. Then Quill pulled off the main road onto a dirt one. I could hardly stand it. Quill pulled over and parked the car. I mind-linked him."Where is the party?" "It is just down the path."
I practically ripped the door away from the truck. My brother led me up the walkway and approached a huge house. It was made of stone, and it was massive. I saw people going in. They are wearing beautiful gowns and suits. The fabric looked so different from ours.
The women all had their hair done in different styles. Their faces were all painted up. Some wore the most revealing clothing I had ever seen. I could see one girl's whole back. How did she move? I wondered how it did not fall off.
We walk up to the door and are greeted by two smiling faces. "Hey, Quill, it is good of you to come. Who is this? Is this your mate?"I smile at the remark. I look at Quill. I know he is explaining that I am his sister and telling them I am deaf.
Kaya The look on the people's faces was one I had gotten used to seeing. When northerners would visit our pack. Primarily young men looking for their mate. They always gave me strange looks when they found out I could not hear. The day I had fallen under the ice had left irreparable damage to my ears. I was only six then. My speech suffered since I could not hear what I wanted to say. So, I just stopped speaking altogether. When I got my wolf at 13, I could finally communicate through a mind link, but that was only with my pack. Before that, my parents made painstaking efforts to teach me to read lips and sign. Reading had been a challenge until I had hit 13. But once I got my wolf, things took a turn for the better. Communication was opened to me. Not being able to hear, though, only heightened my other senses. I was the best tracker in the north. I could feel vibrations. Making it almost impossible to sneak up on me. If the smell did not give you away, then your movement would.
Cade I smell something sweet, something flowery. I have a tingling in my gut. I know this feeling. At least I have been told what this feeling is. It means my mate is nearby. I followed the sweet scent, and as I got closer, I could finally detect who the smell was coming from. I see she is dancing with some little man. A wave of jealousy came over me. Who would dare touch what is mine? The young man stands still, seeing me staring down at him. I push my alpha auror out, causing him to let go of the woman. I take my eyes off him to examine the woman who still has her back turned. Does she not smell me. Why has she yet to turn around? I take a moment to look at her back. She has very long black hair. It must have been the longest I have ever seen, and it looked glossy and well-kept. It didn't hide her round bottom, though. She finally turns to face me. I take in her appearance. She has beautiful dark brown eyes. Her tan skin looked so soft that it would feel like silk if I touche
Kaya He said his name was Cade. I had never met anyone named that. Then again, I had yet to meet that many people. I wanted to know if there was any significance behind his name. I was examining him when he grabbed my hand. It sent little tingles across my flesh. He pulled me past Quill and out of the hall with everyone. He continued to lead me up the stairs and then into a room. It was dark in there, but I had no problem seeing. My vision was superb, not to mention we wolves had already had the ability to see in the dark. The next thing I saw was his face coming towards mine. Then I felt his lips connect with my own. I had never been kissed before, and I was hoping I was doing it right. I wish I could have asked him if I was okay. But the kiss began to deepen, and to me, it didn't seem like he thought I was a novice. If he did think that, it didn't seem to faze him as he opened his mouth, and I reciprocated, opening mine. Letting him take the lead, I followed what he had done.
Cade I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her. To feel her lips on mine. Why was I thinking about it when I could actually do it. I thought about kissing here right here in front of everyone. But I wanted the moment to be more intimate. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the overcrowded room. Once on the second floor, I pulled her into the first room there was. It was dark in there. I moved closer to her. Extending my arms and pulling her in. Kissing her is like something unworldly; her lips are so soft, so inviting. I begin to feel her body. Her curves were hard to hide, with my hands freely roaming over her body. I opened my mouth. I wanted her to do the same. I had wanted to taste her. When she reciprocated, I let my tongue slide into her. She tasted like honey, sweet and earthy. The room was filling with the scent of her arousal. The kissing had tightened my pants, but smelling that she wanted me was a new kind of arousal. I wanted nothing more than t
Cade Kaya threw the first punch. But Annalise dodged it. Then Annalise swung down and went in for a gut punch. It connected with Kaya's ribs. This ignited a frenzy in her. She began to circle fast. She went in for punches, not worrying about the blows she was taking. Annalise stepped back and went in for a roundhouse. Then, in an instant, Kaya grabbed hold of the kicking leg and punched the femur. I could hear the bone breaking. Annalise backed away, almost hobbling. Kaya didn't stop there, though. She, in her human form, crouched down and pounced. This was the first time I had seen something like it. It was as if, in her human form, she had taken on the attributes of her wolf form. She spang up, tackling Annalise to the ground. Once on top of her, she began to franticly hit. Annalise at first threw some heavy punches, and you could hear Kayla's ribs cracking, but that didn't stop her. She continued to hit and hit. After minutes, Annalise stopped moving. But Kaya just kept hit
Kaya The nurse looked directly at me. "Where does it hurt the worst? "I pointed to my ribs. In truth, they were on fire. Every time I breathed, they felt like they were being punched again. I knew I had cracked several. Annalise surely could throw a punch, but I could do something better. I could take it. It gave me the upper hand. I had won the fight. She would think next time she wanted to put her grubby little hands on my mate. Man, I was possessive. The thought of how possessive it made me laugh. But then I shuddered at the pain that caused. "Can you show me your ribs?" I nodded. I got out of bed and was about to take my dress off when it occurred to me that both my brother and my mate were sitting there looking right at me. I had shifted around my brother before, so it was not new to him what I looked like, but I still didn't want him staring at me. Unlike when we shifted back home, no one considered how anyone looked. It was just a part of nature. But here in this room, wh
Cade I knocked on the door to Kaya's and Quill's room. He opened the door. "Cade, she is out like a light. I don't think you should wake her. "I wanted to just lay next to her to be near her. But I didn't want to risk waking her up. I nodded at Quill. "Alright, I will see you in the morning. We can meet in the lobby. "I turned away, and Quill shut the door. I went back to the room I had gotten. Mark, my beta was in there. "Cade, your back?" Yeah, she was asleep. I didn't want to risk waking her up.” "Got it. Well, I can't wait to meet her." "Yeah, what do you think they must talk to their pack about. I mean, she would normally come back with us, so I don't get why they have to talk to their pack." "Yeah, I don't know; maybe they just want to let her parents know or something. They may want to coordinate where to get her stuff sent. I have no idea." It seemed weird that Quill had stuff to go over with us. It was customary for the female to join her mate's pack once they found ou
Cade It had been two days since I said goodbye to my mate. I was having a hard time focusing on anything else. I missed her smile. I missed her smell. It was not usual to part with your mate after the meeting. It was unnatural. Under normal circumstances, we would have sealed our mate bond already. I had to keep telling myself we were almost there. The pilot had said as much. I was glad I had brought Mark and his Mate Helen. I asked Mark to come, and Helen had insisted she tag along. The plane finally touched down. There was fresh powder on the ground. And the aircraft swayed a bit. As we exited the small plane, I took in the area. It was covered in a white blanket. You could see hills in the distance. Helen spoke up. "What now? I am freezing my ass off." I thought it was cold for October, but then again, we were in the Arctic Circle. Quill had given us the latitude and longitude. According to the GPS, it was about 7 miles north of here. We had a handheld GPS thing that Mark had