Prince of Wolves
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So Im thinking bikini, towel, tunes, and catching rays. You in? Sallys cheerful voice came through the phone.
Youre a little late, Charlie Brown. Ive already cooked, rotated, and cooked some more. I just got out of the shower. So I assume you are going to be able to come over soon? Jacque asked, relief in her voice.
Thats the rumor. You free? Sally asked.
Free, crazy, completely derangedtake your pick. Jacque answered.
Im on my way over now, be there in five. Sally hung up.
Jacque looked around her room and decided to pick up from the impromptu sleepover. She folded the blankets and laid them on the bed. No sense in putting them away since the girls were staying the night again. She picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and threw them in the laundry basket. Her mind was restless and she decided to write her thoughts out. Sometimes writing down what was floating around upstairs helped her put things in perspective.
She got out a notepad from school and opened to a blank page, grabbed a pen off her desk, and sat down on her bed and began to write.
Ive met a guy. Not just any guy but a really unusual one. Hes from Romania. He is beautiful, and he can talk to me through my thoughts, and I can talk back. Its so unreal. To top it all off, I have these strange markings on my back that came out of nowhere. I dont know what to even begin to think about the whole thing. But I know for the sake of my waning sanity I need to talk to him face to face and see if he will answer any of my questions. My other problem is I seem to be
Jacques phone beeped. She had a text message:
Sally: @ star bcks, frap moca?
Jacque: def.
Grateful that her friend could recognize a much needed caffeine binge when it was called for, Jacque turned back to her writing.
jealous over a guy I barely know. I feel like we are somehow connected, like weve known one another our whole lives. I also feel like my mom knows something. Shes been acting a little weird, or maybe I should say shes been feeling weird since I can feel her emotions. Funny, I havent felt Fanes emotions when Ive been around him which has only been one time and I havent felt them when weve been talking either. I dont know if it can possibly get any stranger, but I'm thinking that it likely will.
Chapter 10
Fane and Brian were getting into the car when he felt Jacquelyns alarm and heard her scream at him, Fane, what the hell is on my back!
For a brief moment he got a picture in her mind of her back, but he quickly shut her out, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. He decided then not to answer her, even though it broke his heart to leave her in a state of confusion and fear, but he felt like some things were better said face to face. Especiallyif youre going to be telling someone that they have Canis lupus markings on their body because they've found their werewolf mate they didnt know even existed. You know, the standard hey, lets get to know each other bit.
He flinched a bit when she screamed and Brian asked if he was okay.
Yeah, Im good. Just had some ringing in my ears for a minute, Fane lied.
So do you know where you want to go? Brian asked.
Just stop at the first dealership you see that has motorcycles. Im not picky and Im good at fixing them up, so its okay if it needs a little work, Fane explained.
As they drove past Jacquelyns house, he found himself looking at it, fighting the urge to slip into her mind and see how she was. It felt weird when she had called out to him; it was the first time she had done so with out him prompting her first. It pleased his wolf that she was turning to him for help, he was her protector after all. He quickly reminded the preening animal inside that she didnt exactly have anywhere else to go. That got a growl out of him that he quickly disguised as a cough.
Brian, as requested, pulled into the first dealership he saw that had motorcycles out front. As Fane got out of the car, his eyes fell instantly on a solid black Honda shadow with chrome pipes and wide wheels. It was used but still looked to be in good shape.
Fane liked his bikes to be simple. Nothing flashy or fancy. He just wanted to ride, not show off.
A salesman came walking out into the heat and went immediately to Brian, the adult, and Brian pointed him in Fanes direction.
Can I help you? the salesman asked and in that same instant took a breath. Fane was positive he heard a low growl as the salesman abruptly stepped back, turning his head ever so slightly so that his neck was exposed to Fane.
Fane looked at him, briefly confused, and then it hit him. The thought nearly sent him to the ground: Canis lupus.
Brian, thankfully, had begun to wander around the car lot and was not paying attention, so Fane stepped toward the salesman, Steve, his name tag said, and sniffed. Sure enough, he was a Grey.
Instinctively, Fane growled as his wolf perked up at the presence of another male Grey in an area Fane had deemed his territory. After all, he was not aware of any Greys in Coldspring.
The Grey named Steve asked, Who are you? Why are you in the Alphas territory?
Alpha, Fane thought. What Alpha is he talking about? Fane didnt want to divulge too much to this Grey, in case he and his Alpha were a threat.
I wasnt aware there were any Greys in this area, Fane stated vaguely.
Who are you that you think you deserve to know what Greys are where? Youre just a pup, and with a human at that, he spat at Fane.
Youre a little late, Charlie Brown. Ive already cooked, rotated, and cooked some more. I just got out of the shower. So I assume you are going to be able to come over soon? Jacque asked, relief in her voice.
Thats the rumor. You free? Sally asked.
Free, crazy, completely derangedtake your pick. Jacque answered.
Im on my way over now, be there in five. Sally hung up.
Jacque looked around her room and decided to pick up from the impromptu sleepover. She folded the blankets and laid them on the bed. No sense in putting them away since the girls were staying the night again. She picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and threw them in the laundry basket. Her mind was restless and she decided to write her thoughts out. Sometimes writing down what was floating around upstairs helped her put things in perspective.
She got out a notepad from school and opened to a blank page, grabbed a pen off her desk, and sat down on her bed and began to write.
Ive met a guy. Not just any guy but a really unusual one. Hes from Romania. He is beautiful, and he can talk to me through my thoughts, and I can talk back. Its so unreal. To top it all off, I have these strange markings on my back that came out of nowhere. I dont know what to even begin to think about the whole thing. But I know for the sake of my waning sanity I need to talk to him face to face and see if he will answer any of my questions. My other problem is I seem to be
Jacques phone beeped. She had a text message:
Sally: @ star bcks, frap moca?
Jacque: def.
Grateful that her friend could recognize a much needed caffeine binge when it was called for, Jacque turned back to her writing.
jealous over a guy I barely know. I feel like we are somehow connected, like weve known one another our whole lives. I also feel like my mom knows something. Shes been acting a little weird, or maybe I should say shes been feeling weird since I can feel her emotions. Funny, I havent felt Fanes emotions when Ive been around him which has only been one time and I havent felt them when weve been talking either. I dont know if it can possibly get any stranger, but I'm thinking that it likely will.
Chapter 10
Fane and Brian were getting into the car when he felt Jacquelyns alarm and heard her scream at him, Fane, what the hell is on my back!
For a brief moment he got a picture in her mind of her back, but he quickly shut her out, not wanting to intrude on her privacy. He decided then not to answer her, even though it broke his heart to leave her in a state of confusion and fear, but he felt like some things were better said face to face. Especiallyif youre going to be telling someone that they have Canis lupus markings on their body because they've found their werewolf mate they didnt know even existed. You know, the standard hey, lets get to know each other bit.
He flinched a bit when she screamed and Brian asked if he was okay.
Yeah, Im good. Just had some ringing in my ears for a minute, Fane lied.
So do you know where you want to go? Brian asked.
Just stop at the first dealership you see that has motorcycles. Im not picky and Im good at fixing them up, so its okay if it needs a little work, Fane explained.
As they drove past Jacquelyns house, he found himself looking at it, fighting the urge to slip into her mind and see how she was. It felt weird when she had called out to him; it was the first time she had done so with out him prompting her first. It pleased his wolf that she was turning to him for help, he was her protector after all. He quickly reminded the preening animal inside that she didnt exactly have anywhere else to go. That got a growl out of him that he quickly disguised as a cough.
Brian, as requested, pulled into the first dealership he saw that had motorcycles out front. As Fane got out of the car, his eyes fell instantly on a solid black Honda shadow with chrome pipes and wide wheels. It was used but still looked to be in good shape.
Fane liked his bikes to be simple. Nothing flashy or fancy. He just wanted to ride, not show off.
A salesman came walking out into the heat and went immediately to Brian, the adult, and Brian pointed him in Fanes direction.
Can I help you? the salesman asked and in that same instant took a breath. Fane was positive he heard a low growl as the salesman abruptly stepped back, turning his head ever so slightly so that his neck was exposed to Fane.
Fane looked at him, briefly confused, and then it hit him. The thought nearly sent him to the ground: Canis lupus.
Brian, thankfully, had begun to wander around the car lot and was not paying attention, so Fane stepped toward the salesman, Steve, his name tag said, and sniffed. Sure enough, he was a Grey.
Instinctively, Fane growled as his wolf perked up at the presence of another male Grey in an area Fane had deemed his territory. After all, he was not aware of any Greys in Coldspring.
The Grey named Steve asked, Who are you? Why are you in the Alphas territory?
Alpha, Fane thought. What Alpha is he talking about? Fane didnt want to divulge too much to this Grey, in case he and his Alpha were a threat.
I wasnt aware there were any Greys in this area, Fane stated vaguely.
Who are you that you think you deserve to know what Greys are where? Youre just a pup, and with a human at that, he spat at Fane.
