Tamming My wild lycan mate

The cool morning breeze of the Adirondack Mountains hit my face, sending a cold shiver down my spine. I could feel it seeking shelter all over my body, and it took all my strength not to fall.

Why? I couldn't risk climbing back up again. This is the third time I will be hiking today and the seventeenth time I've attempted it this month, yet I've never made it to the top of the mountain.

I exhaled softly, making a great mist emitted from my mouth and nostrils.

I can't give up, I thought inwardly, shaking my head. Not now when I'm about to reach the top of the mountain.

I stretch out my hand and use it to grab another gagged rock that protrudes out from the side of the mountain. I clasped my hand tightly on it, making sure that my grip was firm, before pulling myself up again.

I balanced my weight by placing my feet inside my hand's previous hole and clasping my hand into another rock to avoid falling.

I glanced down, and I was awed by the height. I had climbed higher than I thought. I think I'm twenty thousand feet above where I stopped earlier.

At first, I thought of going down. I thought of giving up and returning to the camp. Especially with the harsh wind that was seeking shelter under my short top and leggings.

“You won't dare!” I heard a harsh voice warning me.

Hell No! I murmur in my mind. It's Sarah. She won't allow me to go back. She's always bossy, rude, dirty, and caring. She's my mom. When it comes to pranks, she's a master.

She had just read my thoughts again. “Dirty mother,” I murmured under my breath, loud enough for her to hear.

I didn't grow up with my family or know any of their relatives. The only person I grew up knowing in New York City was Sarah. According to what she told me, she found me under a drainage pipe on the outskirts of New York.

I could remember a few months ago when we pulled a prank on Delta Logan at school. We smeared his new vehicle's handle with ink and then punctured the four tyres with a nail.

“I'm not like you,” I cried out. The wind howled back, making her invisible again. By the time the wind went down, she was gone again. I doubt she even heard my complaint.

I felt something cold touching my skin, and I jerked back, totally forgetting that I was hiking a mountain. She quickly grabbed my hand.

“I couldn't hear you earlier, baby.” She smirked.

Liar! I screamed at her in my head. I argued, “You can hear me!”

“What makes you think so?” She said, winking at me. She made me position myself at the back of the mountain, rolling her eyes like a doll.

“Because you're a coyote,” I clarified. “You had extra strength and extra ability.”

She smiled widely and said, “Meet me at the top in twenty minutes, or else you aren't eating tonight.” She said it strictly. Before I could blink, she was gone again.

“Gosh!” I mumbled under my breath and set out to climb again. I knew better than to disobey her. She won't take her threat back, and I don't have the strength to miss dinner.

She was doing this to train me and for her fun. She was trying to make me harness my special ability. I felt it once, but it was a long time ago. I can remember that day clearly.

It was my first day at Valerie High. I was returning from school when these three seniors crossed my path. They were werewolves, and I. I'm a newbie.

They were harassing me when I felt this strange hunger pang in my stomach. It hurt so much that I could feel my liver burning while my intestines were twisting in my stomach.

Before I knew it, my teeth grew longer, and my fingernails turned into claws. I felt myself getting stronger than usual, and I suddenly felt the urge to drink blood.

Like a possessed being, I jumped at the three seniors and hit them, slashing their skins with my claws until they could no longer move. I broke all the bones in their bodies, and it took Sarah's intervention not to bite them.

The howling of the wind, which blew snow into my face, brought me back to reality. I searched deep inside myself again, willing for the power to take over.

I knew it would increase my strength, but I didn't know how to harness it. The idiot appeared whenever it pleased and vanished as quickly as a needle was thrown into the sea. It's like a woman's menstrual cycle, which comes once a month.

“Baby,” Sarah said into my ear once more. It took all my strength not to fall. “You've got ten minutes left.”