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 tires 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