The icy rush of adrenaline that shot up Eeva’s spine rivaled the biting cold of the water that lapped around her ankles and hand. She stared into the pale eyes of the alpha male, his white fur reminding her of winter. It was then her father had died thrusting her into the role of provider for her home. She was eldest after all.
Provider. The title should have been her mother’s. But the brutal loss of her beloved had thrust her into a mindless ring sorrow that had rendered her little more than a child. The pressure from the burden that weighed upon Eeva’s shoulders had often driven her away, deep into the darkness of the wood.
Hunting had been her excuse but something far more thrilling had been her pursuit.
Legend held that if one prooved worthy, they could become one of the Winter Tribe–the White wolves that could, at whim, be beast or man and lived close to an eternity of years. When Eeva first set her eyes upon the pearlescent fur, locked gazes with the alpha whose fire gaze seemed to set her soul ablaze, she could not help but pursue him…even as he stalked and pursued her.
It had been nine months now, secret meetings of distance nearness, he disarming her with the glint in his eyes, ever closing the space between them as he dictated her steps.
It was a dangerous dance. One her father had failed to master.
But now as she felt her being seared by the cold of the water as if flames were burning away all that she once was, she knew she had mastered the steps and would this day be one of the Winter Pack.
*This is Day 2 of #Inktober 2019. Tonight, I chose to not only use my custom prompt words for my story and inked art, but also to use the official Inktober list words to help move my short story along.
I do hope that you have enjoyed it, and hopefully, we will have something new tomorrow!