Megan's POV
A loud cracking noise jolted me awake. Dark and grey-blue in tint, the sky hung ominously above me. My view was clouded by the snow, and the wind was brisk. My body was coated in a new coating of snow, which numbed my hurting back. In the jungle, loud footsteps were heard moving hastily and recklessly. It was too far away for me to hear the shouts that were being screamed out in the distance. There was a loud snap again, but this time it was considerably closer. Whatever it was, it was traveling quickly.
My head was beginning to feel a strange pressure that was making me feel woozy. When my back complained, I stooped up while biting back a groan. As I rose, my legs started to slightly tremble. I was getting ready to take off if I had to. My white fur nearly exactly matched the icy landscape. My blood on the ground was hidden by the fresh snow. I doubt that anybody would even notice me if they were to pass by, particularly if they were going so swiftly. They would probably pass me by and go on without even realizing I was there.
The approaching and louder footsteps. It was a pattern of four, indicating a four-legged animal, rather than a pattern of two, like a person. They were very next to me now. I carefully raised my head while pointing my nose upward to smell anything. The aroma was being blown away from me instead of toward me because the wind was blowing in the incorrect direction. That implied that the mystery individual knew where I was and had my smell. "Shit," I said.
Snowing became more intense as the wind picked up. I overheard a sorrowful and despondent-sounding whimper. Paws trod on the dried leaves that had fallen from the trees in the autumn, making a crunching sound. As I saw a shrub rattling off to my right, my body tightened. I sensed that they were approaching. I was in their awareness. Fuck.
I warned them to back off or else with a low growl of warning. I was greeted by another protracted whine. Nearly a foot higher than I, a massive wolf emerged from the depths of the dense undergrowth, hidden from my view. Its enormous bulk shouted that it was a guy. He moved closer to me, but I hissed in horror, raising my hackles.
The wolf lowered itself to the ground and knelt to seem smaller. It wasn't done in a servile manner; rather, it was done to let me know he posed no danger. He moved gently in my direction. I kept a close eye on him as he emerged from the darkness. I was still on edge as I awaited his next move.
The little moonlight that filtered through the clouds illuminated his face as he went.
He had dense, completely black fur. His physique is powerful and menacing. Under his black cloak, I could see his muscles flexing. The two enormous paws were gripped by Razor's razor-sharp claws. I barked at him before reversing direction and hitting the tree. I wanted to be as far away from him as I could. I didn't enjoy the prospect of having to battle him.
The male jerked back as though it were hurt. My gaze immediately shifted to his face as it sobbed. Long, pointed teeth were placed in his enormous mouth. Through his lips, I could make out the white points of his teeth. But then I saw his eyes. Those eyes entrapped me and kept me from seeing all of its harmful aspects. Beautiful sea-green eyes returned my gaze. They gave me a sorrowful, watchful, and fearful expression, almost as if they were staring at a scared animal. They piqued both my wolf and my interest. I didn't want it, yet my body began to relax. My tail lowered as my raised eyebrows relaxed. My defense barriers began to crumble, and I could feel it. I was baffled and afraid.
''Mate.' One more time, my wolf murmured. It was emotionless and nearly monotonous. Jason turned to face me after seeing my calm and perplexed demeanor. Was once 10 yards distant, however, the gap between us was rapidly reduced. Three yards away right now, yet I'm still in my little universe. If he hadn't stepped on another stick, he would have been able to touch me entirely. I was startled out of my reverie by the crack of the wood, and I rebuilt my walls with greater strength this time. Snapping is the word for it. I'll end now.)
Jason exhaled loudly through his nose before retracing his steps and ducking behind the shrub he had just passed. When he changed into a person, I could hear his bones breaking and the sound of garments being placed on. He returned into view while sporting a black sweatshirt and trousers. He extended a soft blanket to the audience.
"You'll probably get sick if you hang around out here any longer." He spoke out of worry. Because of the extreme cold, I could feel my body become rigid and numb. He attempted to approach me once again, but I snarled and flashed my fangs. When we are hurt, my wolf and I detest it when others are around. They have an opportunity to profit from our vulnerability as a result. He groaned once more and then moved to hang the blanket from a low limb. He then turned his back on me and went away. I gave his back a little moment of my attention.
I won't look, I said. He dared to laugh. I let out a brief irritated growl, and he chuckled. At the lovely sound, my ears twitched, reaching for it. His calming voice could still be heard in it, and it was light and melodic. I turned my head aside and didn't look at him. How could he?
I immediately felt the cold eroding my body as soon as I moved. My hair was being violently tossed about by the snow. I hastily reached for the blanket and tucked it about my body. He went around and came over to me. His hands were outstretched, perhaps attempting to massage my arms and create heat. I wished for him not to. I took a step back and suspiciously scrutinized his hands. He let his hands fall to his sides and lay there.
"Let's go now before you get sick."