Taming his wolf

Chapter One

Ayla

My father didn't understand, he didn't want to listen to my opinion. Yes, it's always been like that, I've been the chicken and my parents were the ones always making decisions that I should have made myself. My birthday clothes, the friends I should keep, attending Wolf's Edge College rather than Silver Timber College now my MATE??? I've never said no to my father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack. Of course, he leads a pack and has people under him, he's used to bossing people around, used to making orders, and used to getting his orders obeyed. My tears poured down as I plodded out of his room, I could hear him calling me back but I didn't even want to hear what he had to say. I couldn't even believe, myself. Walking out on my Dad? Yes, it wasn't like me. Regular Ayla would stand and cry trying to question his commands and finally would succumb to what he wants. Not this Ayala, this Ayala stomped out of his presence, this Ayala took the bull by the horns, this Ayla surprised me. As I ran downstairs heading towards the door, his voice kept repeating his instruction.

“ Ayla you would be getting married to the son of Alpha Lucian of Howling Valley pack, he would be your mate”

“Marry someone I don't even know??”

“And since when were mates chosen by parents??”

I mumbled as I walked out of our mansion. I wanted to clear my head, I needed space from everyone and everything. I had my spot, I walked down our streets and took a right turn cutting past old Nadia's house. She's the Town's oldest wolf. As I stepped into the shades of the forest, I breathed in the cold evening air of Silver Creek. The oldest and most lonely part of our town, Wolf's Edge. It's a woodland, so apparently it is lonely. Most tales say the forest is haunted by ghosts of werewolves who couldn't find eternal peace. However, deep in this dark forest is the calm flowing river popularly known as the white Luna and legend has it that it was where the first Alpha and godmother of Wolf's Edge died but the stream is her and she still listens to all those who come to speak to her. I sat down by the river bank and cried my tears into my knees. Mumbling silently the problems of my heavy heart, I wonder if the white Luna could really hear me, I hope she really could

Emilia

I drove out of the alpha's compound and headed down to Silver Creek, of course, that was where my best friend Ayala would be. I met her butler, Mister Kettles, a very nice old man who can barely see anymore due to his age but he can be a real badass if Ayala is threatened. He told me that she had gotten into a fight with her dad and had stormed out of the house.

I had many thoughts running through my head

“Ayla walked out on Alpha Zev?”

“What could have given her such…?”

“What kinda fight could she have possibly had that would make her storm out of her father's presence?”

I have known Ayla right from elementary school and she wasn't that kind of rebel wolf cub. She was never mean, she never got angry and she had always been timid. My car headlights illuminated the trees of the forest, Silver creek. The only place I know she would come to any time she gets sad. This was where we first met. A smile crossed my face as I remembered the incident that occurred when we first met here. I walked into the woods, savoring every mystery the forest held.. I bolted inwards knowing fully well where my bestie would be. The evening had clouded and had gotten dark,

“she shouldn't be in Silver Creek by this time”

I gasped as I ran to find her. I burst out of the thick trees to the small river bank where the white Luna flowed. The forest was dark and dense, with branches that hung low. There is a thick layer of moss covering the ground and the trees are so close together that it's hard to see more than a few feets ahead. The air is heavy and the only sounds are the rustling of leaves my feet crushed under my fear. It feels as though the forest is alive, breathing and watching your every move. The shadows the trees drew were deep and dark and that haunting feeling of trailing eyes wraps my thoughts in fog. Every now and then I find glimpse of something moving among the trees but looking closer I find out my mind is just playing tricks on me. My eyes darted straight at the figure folded up right before me. I could recognize those brown hair anywhere at all. I slowly sat beside Ayala and stroked her long hair

“Muffins…”

I said in what seemed like a whisper.

Ayla

I felt a touch on my hair, and a name only one person calls me

“Muffins…”

It was Emilia. I raised my head and stared into her pretty green eyes.

“ I don't want to marry him”

I buttered out without even thinking of the fact that she didn't even know what I was talking about and burst out crying. Emilia pulled me in for a warm hug and stroked my hair

“It's okay muffins, you wouldn't do whatever you don't want to”

Emilia was nothing like me, she was courageous, taller and I could say prettier than I am. I buried my face in her short black hair and cried. She was scented with lavender, I smiled despite my tears, that was the shampoo we both usually buy. Emilia slowly pulled me away from her shoulder and held my shoulders

“Talk to me muffin, what happened with your Dad?”

I sniffed my nose and tried wiping my tears with my sleeves before I found my voice again.

“ Dad had always been the one to make my choices for me, you know Mum doesn't stand a chance to even challenge his orders. Now he wants me to marry the son of the Alpha of the howling valley pack, for motives I don't even know. And when I tried telling him that his choice to decide my mate was way out of context, he yelled at me saying it was an order, not a proposal. Emilia...”

I broke into a sob again.

“...I would be ordered into a marriage with a mate I don't even know?”

I began crying again and she pulled me in for another hug.

“Muffins he shouldn't do that and we both know he wouldn't. Just give him some space and time before we try talking him out of it okay?”

She sounded calm as she spoke, typical Emilia.

“Let's go home, it's already late and it could be dangerous at night in Silver Creeks.”

Emilia said as she stood up from where we sat, dusting herself of dirt.

“I don't wanna go home, Emilia. Not tonight”

I said, trying my best to look very pleading because of course Emilia was stronger than me and could easily drag me home at her will. But I don't think she would do that in a situation like this. Somehow my pretty wolf eyes always had their way of piercing through her heart and she sat

down beside me again,

“You'd be fine muffins, I'd be here with you.”