The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Twenty-seven: the cheerful son

Frost's POV

   "Shit! Slow down!" Beta Dandy hollered after me. I laughed and ran faster instead of slowing down. I was racing with his children, the twins, Daniel and Darrell, and my cousin, Lunaria, daughter of my father's only sibling. Now back to the fact that we were running. Every Alpha is faster than their pack members but mine was different; extraordinary. Whenever I run, it was as though I was walking on cold air and zapping through the wind. Running has always given me joy. It was one of the things I loved doing. It felt as though I was running faster than all my troubles and worries and the next thing I know, I'd reached my location. Dad said it was my share of my mother's power, one of the few things I was blessed with for being the son of the granddaughter of the winter witch and twin of the actual witch.

No. I'm not going to think about her and ruin this day.

   "Sorry, Dad!" Daniel, the eldest, apologized since he knocked his dad down. Beta Dandy growled but we kept on running.

   "Try to keep up, slowpokes!" Lunaria shouted, trying to keep up with me, yet I wasn't even trying. Lunaria was as fast as an alpha female should, but not close to my level of speed. I'd always been faster, ever since I was a kid. My sister could barely keep up with me, but she tried even without a wolf then. Only my best friend had enough speed to challenge me, and by challenge I mean he is faster in his wolf form, and in his human form, I can barely outrun him. Meeting him at my mother's funeral was the greatest gift the goddess gave to me. It was as if our meeting was fated, or maybe it was.

‘Frost, you're doing it again, thinking about her…’

   "Oomph!" I grunted as my body and face collided hard with a wall. I fell hard on my ass, so hard I thought the bones cracked. But that isn't possible with the fleshy cushion I had covering it, and certainly not from that little fall. Ayden always did tell me that my ass was too big for this reality. Not that it's that big, but it was one of the things my sister loved about me.

   "Frost, come here. I demand to use the tremendously soft cushion you call your butt to rest my head." She would always command me any time she felt like it. She used my butt as a pillow at night too, and it wasn't even that big. She was obsessed with it but she never admitted it. "You seem to have misinterpreted my actions, dearest twin of mine. I am not obsessed with your behind. I am seemingly amazed by the tenderness and size of the two meaty parts. That is all. Now lay down, my beautiful pill…"

No, no, no! Not again!

   "Stop thinking!" I screamed out loud, scolding myself. My heart skipped as I saw the shoes of a man, the wall I bumped into. My eyes trailed up his muscular body until they stopped at his annoyed face. Heh heh, I'm doomed. He stood there with arms folded and lips pressed into a thin line. The others couldn't stop themselves in time so they tripped over me and crashed down on my body.

   "Frost," dad called sternly. I pushed Daniel's butt off my face with a hard smack.

   "Your butt smells like dook, don't you wash your butt after you take a crap?" I snapped.

   "One word and I will fart in your mouth," he said with a frown.

   "Oh, because I am nice enough to let you fart in my mouth. Try it and see what happens." I said challengingly.

   "Darrell! You pervert! Get your hand off my breast!!!" Lunaria shouted. It wasn't like we couldn't get up, we just didn't want to.

   "I fell," Darrell lied pathetically.