My Winter Wolf

Chapter 6

Six

I involuntarily took a step back, my wolf flinching inside me as we witnessed our mate approach us with such furiosity.

"You! What did you do to my brother that he would show you his wolf?" she yelled at me, her finger jabbing harshly into my collarbone.

"Oi, you’re hurting me!" I called back as I slapped her hand away.

"I will do so much more than just hurt you," she growled as she brought her face impossibly close to mine. Her eyes had darkened in anger as they bore deep into mine. Damn, she was scary.

Mine. My wolf growled inside of me, not liking being threatened by our mate one bit. And drawing from my wolf's strength, I found the courage to push Ashleigh away from me. My hands only barely grazed her shoulders, but the effect was instant.

“You’re so dea... Oh..." Ashleigh stopped dead in her tracks as we touched. As our wolves touched.

A voice, besides my own, filled my very being as I suddenly heard what was unmistakably my soulmate's.

Hi. Ashleigh's wolf whispered as she reached out to the wolf in my chest. And while I stood in the cold winter's night with snowflakes decorating my skin, an unrivalled warmth engulfed me as I exchanged my very first words with my mate.

Mine. My wolf happily yipped back, repeating the only word she seemed to know.

I finally dared look back up in Ashleigh's eyes and found all the darkness gone. The dark circles around her eyes had made way for a beautiful sparkle. Her pink lips were no longer shouting profanities at me and her slender hands were no longer used to attack me. Her whole demeanour had changed from endless rage to utterly bewildered.

A gust of wind caught my hairs as they tangled them in front of our faces. A soft finger grazed over my cheek as Ashleigh pushed the lost strands of hair behind my ear. Her eyes flickered happily as a smile curled up one of the corners of her lips. I leant closer to her, a whiff of wild strawberry catching my nose. Wild strawberries, here, in the middle of winter?

"Hi," she now whispered, our faces so close our noses almost touched.

"Hi," I murmured back, our hands falling down from her shoulders, our fingers intertwined before they reached the height of our hips. As she was only slightly taller, she had to bend her head down towards me as her glacier blue eyes pierced into mine. The wind got hold of my hair again, but this time she wrapped my dark strands around the beautiful woman in front of me, where they got lost in her own sea of black hairs.

"I’m sorry, I didn't realise..." she started her apology, but I quickly cut her off.

"It's fine," I whispered, drawing my wolf to the surface so she could revel in the presence of her mate.

"No, I need to say this... I can't believe I didn't even feel your wolf," Ashleigh muttered, a pained look appearing in her eyes as she realised she was this close to attacking her own mate.

I grimly chuckled. "Having your wolf locked up for eighteen years will do that to one."

A sad smile made its way to her lips as her fingers briefly touched my cheek again. "You were born in the West," she stated.

"I was," I confirmed, my skin heating up underneath the light touch of her fingertips.

"I’m sorry."

"Don't be... I've never known anything else. Until a couple of days ago, I didn't even know there were wolves out there who can shift without the..." I slammed my mouth shut as I wondered if I could reveal the existence of the Winter Stone. Mate or no mate, she was still a stranger to me.

"...Who can shift without the Wolf's Relic," she finished my sentence, her eyes never leaving mine.

"The Wolf's Relic?"

"Or as you like to call it, your precious Winter Stone."

I c****d my head to the side. "You know about that?"

"Everyone knows about that."

I raised my eyebrows. I always thought our Winter Stone was a relatively well-kept secret.

"Let's not talk about that now. I think we have much, much more interesting things we can discuss," Ashleigh huskily whispered, her lips so close to mine, I could almost taste the wild strawberries.

Just a little bit closer...

"Ashleigh! Don't scare the poor girl away on our first night!" A loud voice suddenly called from across the campsite. Disappointed, we broke apart as I angrily stared at the culprit. Danny. Grr, I'd get her back for this.

I turned back to Ashleigh, but the moment had passed. She threw me an odd look, grazed her soft fingers over my cheek once more and turned on her heels. I admired the swing of her hips as she made her way back to her brother, who seemed utterly confused by the tent frame.

Instead of kissing my mate, I'd just settle for observing her every move. She pointed at a branch and gave instructions to a completely clueless Aspen. That boy couldn't set up a tent if his life depended on it.

With every passing moment, I could see Ashleigh's frustration grow as Aspen's efforts seemed to make their frame less and less sturdy. At last, with a sigh, the frame gave in as their whole tent sank to the ground.

"Oh-oooh..." I heard Aspen gasp as he slowly backed away from a fuming Ashleigh.

“You’re so dead," Ashleigh growled, her body tensing right before she launched at him. He dropped the furs that had been wrapped around his waist and with his manhood out and about, he sprinted away from his sister.

It truly was an odd sight. One naked man running through the snowy trees followed by a mad woman chasing him with a stick.

I glanced at the rest of the group, who seemed to be done setting up camp. They had all gathered back around the fire, but they seemed unfazed. Danny was giggling as Darren was probably whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Regan didn't even blink at the unusual spectacle and JP was still as nervous as when he arrived.

I approached them with my arms stretched out in astonishment. "Really? None of you is going to comment on that?" I blurted as I pointed towards a giggling, dancing Aspen and an utterly offended Ashleigh who was shouting all sorts of profanities at him.

JP glanced up from behind his glasses and shrugged. "L-L-Looks like a regular thing to me."

Darren looked up, snorted at the sight and went straight back to whispering in Danny's ear, who frankly wouldn't even have noticed if a Yeti appeared in front of her.

"Regan? Any thoughts on the matter?" I sarcastically asked, wondering what kind of people I had found myself in the midst of. If this wasn't weird, I didn't know what was.

Regan adjusted his seat and added. "Ash and Aspen always get into fights. This one doesn't even crack their top five of craziness."

I pulled up an eyebrow. "Really? So what other things have they done?"

"T-T-The time Ashleigh burned off his eyebrows was p-pretty funny."

The tall man nodded. "Or when Aspen tied Ash's hair to a tree in her sleep."

I scratched my head. "That doesn't sound so bad?"

"Oh, but then he threw a whole bucket of water over her. And when she tried to run after him, the tree took a big chunk of her hair. It took months to regrow." Darren chimed in.

"Ouch, that sounds painful."

Regan nodded again. He was a big nodder. "Yes, Ash was livid. We had to tell Aspen to knock it down a peg."

"So the fights were over?" I asked, simpleton that I was.

Danny tore herself away from Darren. "Oh dear heavens, no, that was only the beginning. We call it The First Great War."

"Hmm..." I hummed in disbelief. Surely, it couldn't have been that bad?

"Oh y-yes. It was a b-bad year. It involved a l-l-lot of angry bees, more burned off eyeb-b-brows, and one time, a m-moose."

I threw another look at the twisted twins and found Aspen now hidden high up in a tree, while Ashleigh seemed to be furiously hacking it down, slivers of wood flying everywhere. What a weird bunch. How did I get involved with them again?

Oh right, wolf in pain, sadness, yada yada.

At least she was making tinder. I could grab it, run away from these crazy people and start my own campfire again.

"Just ignore them. They will calm down soon," Regan advised as he went back building a miniature house out of moss and sticks.

"You sure we don't need to go and... I don't know, help?"

Darren laughed. "Oh no, I made the mistake once of interfering in one of their fights. They both came after me instead. Aspen threw an axe at my head."

"Oookay..." Staying away from them, it is. I gave my log-chair another shove and decided to let the kids play.

"Sooo... How do you all know crazy twins?"

Darren and Danny finally pulled apart.

"I have known the twins basically from birth. They were my neighbours. They burned down my house once. It was interesting," Regan casually said, like people going around and burning down houses was a regular thing.

"Alrrrrighty?" I think...

"I met Ashleigh a long time ago. She tried to cut off my ponytail, so I hit her and we have been best friends ever since!" Danny chirped in, and again, I wondered about the sanity of the group.

Darren grinned as he folded his arms behinds his head. "I met them both when I started going out with Danny. I thought they were kind of weird in the beginning, but you get used to it real quick. Don't worry about it," he reassured me.

Well, if Darren could get used to it, so could I, right? I turned to JP who seemed oddly quiet, even for his part. "How did you meet the twisted twins?"

A smile broke through on his face. "I-I wasn't a very p-popular kid... I g-got bullied a lot. A l-lot. A-Aspen and Ashleigh got rid of my b-b-bullies. I never really had much f-friends in my entire l-life. B-But now I have a family."

He smiled as Danny kissed him tenderly on his cheek and wrapped her arms around him.

“You’re all my family," JP added, his stutter oddly gone.

A warm and comfortable feeling fell over our little group and although they all seemed crazy, I got a brief glimpse of why they all stuck together.

"Aaaaarrrggghhh!"

A scream echoed through the night as Ashleigh finally managed to take down the tree, and Aspen with it. With a loud crash, the tree smacked into the frozen ground and the naked man tumbled out onto the branches

"Oww, oww, owww, needles in my butt. Needles in my butt!"

A laugh clear as water accompanied the screaming and I felt the wolf inside me stir. An intense longing filled my chest as I looked at the female figure hitting her brother with a fan of branches.

I shook my head in dismay as I decided to just listen to the group and let them cool off.

"Hi guys," Aspen cheerily said as he ran back to the group, scattering pine needles everywhere he went.

"Here, pants," Regan rumbled as he threw a set of khaki coloured pants towards the crazy boy. For the first time in days, I actually saw Aspen with pants on. What a change!

Not a moment later, Ashleigh re-entered the camp and with a wink, sat down next to me. My wolf suddenly wide-awake as she briefly brushed against my leg. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to talk to her. I needed to talk to her. I mean, for god's sake, she was my mate!

"So... Ehhmmm..." I started, losing my nerve as her crystal blue eyes found mine.

"Yes?"

"Errghmmm..." I coughed, choking on my own spittle.

She patted me on my back and the moment she touched me, I felt the wolf inside me run rampant as she tried to jump out of my body.

"Better?"

"Eghhmmm... Yeahh..." I squeaked, already mortified that I was embarrassing myself in front of her. But then I remembered she had been spanking her brother with a tree not even five minutes ago and I reasoned she was probably used to something.

Come on, Akira! I reprimanded myself. I wasn't going to turn into a lovestruck fawn. No, play it cool. You got this, girl.

"So you and your brother don't get along, huh?" I smiled, hoping I sounded casual and breezy.

She tilted her head as she looked at me. "What do you mean? We are super close," she said, looking utterly confused at me for even assuming otherwise.

"I... Ehmm... Nevermind."

"Mmkay," she grinned, as she chewed down on another piece of meat. She still had a lost twig of pine stuck in her long hairs, but it made her even more beautiful.

I felt my lips curl up in a smile, as I studied her features. Was this really my mate? Was this beautiful piece of art really meant for me?