Shifters Gone Wild; Collection

by Skye MacKinnon

  And when the wolf begins to whisper, it must be answered. Matters of the heart are just going to have to wait…

  Wolf’s Whisper is book one of the completed fantasy trilogy, My Winter Wolf. It’s filled with action, love, friendship, and sacrifice with an f/f relationship at the centre.

  Akira

  At the beginning of time, the twelve Gods of Old divided the world. They blessed their people with gifts and honours, except for one. He traded his divine powers for revenge and bestowed anger and hate on his children, with just one purpose. To destroy mine.

  And now, after centuries of war, his wish came true. To cripple my people, he stole our most precious relic. We were left with darkness, our wolves silenced once more.

  My clan needed a hero, or a scapegoat.

  Me.

  I gritted my teeth angrily at the sour memory and groaned as I felt the straps of my backpack dig deep into my shoulders.

  I had a long way to go and if I didn’t get over this stupid hillside, I would have to make a two days detour. And two days was a lot of time, time I didn’t have.

  All this for my honour…

  I dug my bare fingers in the cold snow as I ran up the slippery side, screaming as a madman. My feet slipped, snow shrieked, birds fled. I made it.

  Exhausted, I fell down on top of the hill and I threw a handful of snow into the air. The frustration was worth it, if this brought me two days faster to the East.

  I stared at the night sky, realising that sundown wouldn’t be far away. When the dark fell, the forest would trade calm for frightening. I needed to hurry because there wasn’t much time to set up camp.

  I shouldn’t be wasting time lying in the snow. I had to find a clearing, get a fire going, and collect suitable branches to set up my tent.

  Reluctantly, I heaved the lumpy backpack on my shoulders and orientated myself back towards the East. Towards the country of the Coyotes, the thieves of the Winter Stone. If they hadn’t stolen our sacred relic from us, I wouldn’t be here.

  Step by step, my feet disappeared into the fresh snow as I left a trail behind for nobody.

  I insisted that retrieving the Winter Stone was my duty as the appointed Guardian. I need to prove everyone I did deserve to be chosen. And returning our most valuable possession was my chance.

  Nobody had volunteered to join, so the task fell solely on my shoulders. Instead of appreciating my bravery, I was met with harsh words and angry eyes. The same eyes I felt since the very moment the Elders announced I would become the next Winter Wolf.

  Not that that would happen anytime soon without the Winter Stone. Our ritual was worthless without the ancient magic stowed away in the artefact. Magic that was given to us directly by the Great Wolf, a revered spirit and common ancestor.

  So I kissed my mother goodbye, hugged my grandparents and left on my journey to the East, deep into enemy territory. There was only one tribe dumb enough to steal the Winter Stone and leave such clear tracks. Yes, without a doubt, the Coyote Clan was behind this. Our distant nephews and long time rivals. They would do anything to spite us and after many attempts, they finally seemed to have succeeded in stealing our most important relic.

  With a burning hatred in my chest for the Coyotes, I stomped through the forest with more resolve until I finally found myself at a deserted clearing.

  There was a heap of rocks that would more or less protect me from the howling wind and a relatively flat spot where I could sleep without the blood rushing to either my head or toes. Not bad.

  I dropped my backpack and with a branch, started sweeping the snow away from the floor, hoping to expose enough terrain for a campfire and my tent. That was the easy task. Finding enough dry wood to get a fire going would prove much more difficult. And not to mention, a sturdy long branch that would support the hides I brought with me. With the whole forest covered in a thick bed of snow, finding dry wood was like finding water in the desert.

  It took me close to nightfall to find enough suitable branches and the darkness had fallen before I managed to spark the first bunch of tinder.

  A small flame danced in my hands as I carefully fed it more wood, my breathing hitched in my throat as I prayed for the twigs to catch fire. I really didn’t want to get caught a whole night in the looming forest with no fire or warmth to protect me.

  “Come on,” I breathed, shielding the small flame from the icy wind. “Just burn, please.”

  Relief flooded my chest as the fire spread in my hands and hungrily devoured some of the smaller branches. Ooof. My camp was now accompanied by a warm fire and with my heart at ease, I fell down on a big lump of wood.

  From my pack, I conjured a strip of dried elk and with the fire happily dancing away, I chewed on the jerky as it filled my mouth with savoury goodness. The flames were slowly warming up my cold bones and the meat was filling my stomach. Not a bad situation. A small fire, a tent that looked like it could break any moment, and a wooden stump with maggots crawling out of it. Ahhh, home sweet home.

  But I smiled. I was alone and there was no one here that could look at me with mean eyes or whisper behind my back. I was sick of hearing I wasn’t worthy of having my wolf released.

  Not that I blamed them. I wasn’t exactly sure why they picked me, even if they were short on candidates There were only four more people in my age group that still had a wolf inside them. We were going extinct. Chances were extremely low that the next generation would still possess wolves. If that was the case, I could very well be the last Guardian of our tribe. I could be the last Winter Wolf. No pressure or something.

  But it seemed to have sent my peers in a blind fit of rage. But I could understand that. I’d been passed over the last two times and I felt that rage before. That white hot rage and heavy disappointment. Last time, I assumed it just wouldn’t happen for me. I was almost too old. And in seven years, anyone who was passed over, would be as well. Their wolves would be locked inside them for the rest of eternity. A cruel fate.

  If I didn’t find the Stone, it would be my fate. And my families. Becoming the Winter Wolf wasn’t just an honour for you, it was an honour for the whole family. If you shared blood with someone that became a Guardian, your own wolf would be able to the Winter Wolf. You’d be just a little bit stronger, a little bit more connected to anyone and everyone.

  So my family rejoiced when they heard the news. My grandparents had embraced each other and tears had flown as their wolves would finally be able to talk to each other after sixty years of marriage. My uncle and my two nephews had come to visit me in deep gratitude. Although my uncle married a human, both his sons had inherited a wolf. Something quite unheard of. But as they were both passed over, their hopes of ever connecting with their wolves disappeared. So when I, the baby of the family, became nominated by the Elders, hope returned to them. When they announced that the Winter Wolf would go to me this year, they howled in happiness.

  And I couldn’t wait to meet all the wolves in my family, wolves I had been surrounded by from the first breath I took in this world. Wolves that had taken care of me and protected me with all their love. I would finally be able to talk to them. If I worked hard enough, I could even become the bridge between everyone in my family. It would change the face of my family.

  But with the Winter Stone stolen, those chances were stolen as well. So I needed to find that stone and bring it back home. Not just for me, but for them.

  All I needed to do was cross the dark Aladwin Forest, the one that my grandparents always forbade me from entering because it is so easy to get lost in. And if I somehow made it out of the maze of trees, I needed to cross the vast deserted wasteland that was rumoured to be the home of the Puma, a sly and mysterious creature. And after I made it through the desert, I needed to cross enemy lines, fool all the Coyotes I passed, penetrate their inner city and steal the Winter Stone back. Oh, and of course, get back. And I needed to do it before Spring arrived. Piece of cake.

  I groaned loudly. Spring would arrive i
n less than three months. I was so thoroughly fucked.

  If I put the Winter Stone one day too late on the altar, we would all be stuck waiting for another seven years. I would be too old, there were no younger wolves in my family left, so with my failure, any hope for my family would die.

  I needed to be successful here. I had no other choice. I just needed to remind myself this was a marathon, not a sprint. I needed to keep my eyes on the prize. Don’t stray. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t get distracted. Don’t die.

  I glared at my pack and wondered if I should have another strip of meat or should ration myself. Would eating all my rations now count as something stupid? But as I savoured the taste of the elk in my mouth, I decided I deserved another piece. Marathon, not a sprint, right? I needed energy.

  But before I could, a sharp howl cut through the eery night. It would’ve spooked me, except that I recognised it as unmistakably wolfish.

  I threw another glance at my hot fire and as I contemplating staying right where I was, the next howl made me shiver to my bone. This wasn’t a regular howl, it was from a wolf in pain. A wolf lost and separated from his pack. A wolf that needed help.

  I was help. I could help. I needed to help.

  Howling in the night

  The wolf was howling into the night and I could feel my own wolf stirring inside of me. It didn’t matter if it was an animal or a wolf stuck inside a human, wolf was wolf and they were all my kin.

  I ran into the dark night as I let my wolf guide me towards the cries of the wounded animal. She was like a compass that directed me straight towards his cries.

  It was dark and the night was usually not my friend, but tonight it seemed like my wolf was helping me out and improving my eyesight.

  I scanned the white landscape for any movement of the hurt wolf but also for any other predators that might roam this hillside. Pumas were very unlikely, but I didn’t feel like running straight into the den of a black bear, even though they were supposed to be our allies. I was sure that would cost me greatly.

  After running around in the winter night for almost half an hour, I finally saw a heap of fur lying next to a dead tree. I hastily ran towards it, my heart pounding from my chest as I prayed this was the wolf I was chasing.

  It was.

  He growled as I approached and it became clear he was distressed and in pain. I held up my hands as I slowed my breathing. I hoped if calmed myself, he would know I didn’t form a threat.

  His lips curled up in a snarl and he flattened his ears as I approached him.

  “Calm, boy. I’m not here to hurt you,” I whispered into the cold air, hoping that he would understand from my tone that I was trying to help him.

  He bared his teeth at me once more but didn’t seem to run away. I wondered why.

  A glint caught my eye and I noticed the piece of metal clamped around his paw.

  This time I was the one growling. Hunters. And not any kind of hunters, cowardly hunters.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. Please stay still,” I told the grey wolf, asking myself in how much trouble I could get. If he didn’t understand I was trying to help, he would lunge at my neck and with his sharp teeth, rip out my throat. Instead of retrieving the Winter Stone, I would bleed out here, all alone in the middle of the Aladwin Forest, miles away from my hometown.

  But if he did understand, I could help him out of the trap and maybe this would appeal to the Great Wolf so he’d guide me on my travels.

  I threw another look at the grey wolf and the pearls of blood staining the white snow red and I knew that I needed to take this risk. This was one of my brothers and he was in pain.

  “Please don’t bite me. I’m here to help,” I repeated again, slowly crouched down next to his hind legs. His ears had perked up, but his lips were still curled in a nasty snarl. He seemed ready to attack at any moment, but so far, he was keeping still.

  I tugged on the metal clasp and as I felt the wolf stir, I quickly retracted my hand before his teeth found my wrist.

  “Calm down!” I yelped as I felt my blood rush through my ears. “I know it hurts, I will be more careful. I’m sorry.”

  The wolf relaxed and his head fell down as he kept me under his watchful eye. I carefully extended my hand again and clicked the metal pin loose, contracting the beak and teeth of the metal contraption.

  The grey wolf quickly pulled his leg out of the trap, a splatter of blood painting the white landscape. He howled in pain and tried to run away from me, but to no use. He jumped a couple of metres away from me, but as soon as he was out of my immediate range, he stopped to lick his wound.

  I followed the beautiful beast, my hands out so I wouldn’t spook him. “Steady, I’m not here to hurt you. Please let me help you. You’re hurt.”

  The wolf jumped a couple of steps away from me, from the twitch in his right leg, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. I approached him and as he tried to run away, he sank through his legs and fell down on the cold snow. He was panting and his ears were flat on his head. He wasn’t just in pain, he was scared. Scared of what I might do.

  He must not realise I had a wolf inside of me, otherwise, he might realise I was an ally. If I could let him know I was one of his kind, he might be less reluctant to let me help him.

  So I dug deep and channelled my wolf. She was already asleep, so I nudged her.

  Yes? She answered and as she did, I could see the grey wolf tweak his ears. I didn’t know if it was possible but he seemed to react to my wolf waking up.

  I approached him again and this time, he didn’t run away. Instead, he cautiously watched me from the corners of his eyes. He didn’t snarl when I picked him up, so he must’ve understood something? He was quite heavy and pretty big, so most of his upper body was resting over my shoulder as I carried him to the camp.

  Luckily, I could trace my footsteps back into the snow because I had blindly run into the forest without really paying attention to where I was going.

  I felt the sweat pearl on my back as I heaved the wolf back to my camp. Once in a while, he yipped in pain, but most of the time, he seemed to be quite happy to be carried.

  In my camp, I carefully placed him close to the fire so he could warm up and rummaged through my pack, wondering if I had some piece of cloth that I could miss. Most of the things I brought with me, I really needed, but I decided that the fabric holding my dried jerky together could probably be repurposed. I opened my water bottle, wetted the cloth and carefully tried to clean out the wolf’s wounds. He whined in pain but didn’t make any attempts to bite me, so I knew he had finally understood I was trying to help him.

  He whimpered as I secured the cloth around his leg but after I was done bandaging him, he gratefully licked my arm and I patted him between the ears.

  “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I grinned as I realised I’d never been this close to a wolf before. Which was ironic, since my whole tribe was centred around the wolf. Heck, we actually had wolves stuck inside our bodies!

  “You’re a nice little wolf,” I smiled and laughed as the wolf growled at me.

  “Okay, okay. I’ll take the little back,” I teased, surprised that he somehow understood me.

  He softly growled, but it didn’t sound threatening. It was more a happy sound, like the canine version of a purring cat. He gave a last lick at his wounded leg and then muzzled his head on my lap. His eyes slowly closed and I could tell that he was falling asleep. I grinned as this meant that he trusted me enough to let his guard down, so I wiggled my butt down more comfortably as I let myself relax as well.

  The flames in the fire were happily dancing as I watched the sparks fly around in the cold air. The wolf cuddled up against me was providing me with an extra, unexpected heat source that I wasn’t going to say no to.

  I patted the beast against his ears as I studied him a bit further. It was obvious that he was male. I could tell from his flat snout, his broad legs and his wide stance. He had a dark patch of fur that ran down hi
s back and one white paw, like he had fallen in a bucket of white paint.

  I knew his eyes were amber coloured and deep and although I might’ve been kidding myself, it seemed like he understood human language to at least some degree. He stirred in my lap and let out a little whine. Probably a nightmare.

  I should probably move myself and the wolf underneath my tent, but it seemed like a cold and wet spot, compared to the dried patch of ground I was sitting on right now.

  I cursed at myself for not setting my tent closer to my fireplace. Why didn’t I do that? What an idiot. I should probably stay close to the flames so I wouldn’t freeze to death.

  The furs I brought were lying further away in my little tent, so I laid flat on my back and stretched my arms as far as I could, hoping not to wake up my new companion. I grovelled a little bit on the cold ground and waved my hands in the air aimlessly, until finally, I reached the tip of one of my blankets. I pulled it towards me and nestled myself under it, hoping that my fire would stay lit and it wouldn’t rain.

  With my new wolf friend wrapped around me, I cuddled under my blankets. I knew I needed to take off at least some of my clothes, but I was just so nice and toasty. So without another thought, I found myself drifting off into dreamland.

  The next morning I was awoken by what sounded like barking. I rubbed my fists in my eyes as I wondered who had brought a dog with him and why the hell he was trying to wake me up. I was about ready to throw a stick towards the loud animal as I felt a wet snout pressed against my cheek.

  “Ieegh!” I pushed myself up from underneath the furs and immediately regretted not moving back to the tent. The fire from last night was reduced to a barely smouldering pile of ashes that couldn’t grill a grasshopper. I should’ve gathered isolation for my bed instead of chasing wolves into the night.