Chapter 5: Her?

The blizzard had settled down, the cold snow was thick, the wind colder.

The white wolf looked at the two bodies in front of it. Blood stained the vibrant white snow, a dark crimson. It heard a sigh from beside.

"They just don’t seem to learn, do they?" Aya spoke to it, tucking the gun safely back into a pocket in her skirt.

The wolf snorted. Turned around, and started walking back.

"Why you’re welcome, jiji (big sister)," Aya said with a mock bow.

The wolf gave another snort, but waited till her little sister joined her.

"What are we gonna do with them?" Aya said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. "You know they aren't dead, right?"

*What are the men for?* the wolf mind linked the pack members as she answered her much younger sister.

"Oh!" Aya shook her head at her own silliness, she had forgotten.

*Put them in the dungeon. We'll need to question them. And don't go easy on the silver*. Silver was the only metal that was poisonous to wolves.

"Will do!" Aya gave a salute but the white wolf didn't look back.

She took off in a sprint, paws hitting the snow so softly that it didn't even leave a mark. She knew where she was headed.

About two miles north-east to where they had ambushed the trespassers, the snow gave way to a huge waterfall, this was one place where the water never froze, no matter how cold. The force of the water was enough to tear anything to shreds as soon as it hit the surface. There wasn't any river; the water flow soon went underground, disappearing into the earth after coming about 3miles from the melting glacier. They called it the Jharna (pronounced as zer-na, which means waterfall in another language).

It was just across the waterfall, that the white wolf ruled its pack. A pack dominated by females. The BloodPledge pack.

Taking a deep breath, she let herself shift, welcoming the familiar pain as her bones changed shape and place. It wasn't often that she shifted. One of the reasons why she was the strongest was because she was so close to her wolf, too close.

Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow, eyes as blue as the endless ocean.

In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikayla Carnell.