Prince of Wolves
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She had three homecoming mums hanging on the wall next to her bed, and on the other side was the window seat she had occupied tonight, where her life had changed in a way she wasnt sure of yet. Jacque lay back down on her back and watched her ceiling fan go around in a circle, the motor lulling her to sleep. Her last thought as she drifted off was of a full moon, whatever that meant.
Chapter 2
As his limo pulled up to the house where Fane would stay, he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Not necessarily in a bad way, he just felt unsettled, restless, and tense.
Well, it could've been because he was more than a thousand miles away from home. He knew absolutely no one, it was his senior year in high school, and he was going to be spending it in a country he had never been to before.
Yes I imagine that might make a person tense, Fane said to himself. He looked at the house and noticed it was quite large two stories with a wrap-around porch. It actually looked like a house you might see out in the country, not in a suburb. The yard was nicely manicured with short green grass. There was a tall, full tree to the right of the walkway with a quaint bench underneath. On the porch there were two rocking chairs and a porch swing, and between the chairs was a little table with a potted plant. Overall, it was a charming home. A home in which a person would feel comfortable a normal home.
Fane hoped this was the case because 'normal' was not usually a part of his vocabulary. He was, after all, from a family of werewolves. Specifically Grey wolves (Canis lupus). Not only that, he just happened to be the son of the Pack's current Alpha. His name, Fane Lupei, literally meant Crown Wolf. How fitting for the Prince of the Romanian Greys.
What could possibly be normal about your family being able to change into wolves, or being a prince of those wolves yourself? Nothing in that scenario could ever be normal.
You made this choice, Fane told himself. Now you have to live with it. So get out of the car.
Fane wasnt really sure why he had even decided to apply to the foreign exchange program. He just knew he'd felt a pull, like a moth to a flame, to come to the United States. And not to just any city in the United States, but to Coldspring, Texas. Why he'd thought it was a good idea to leave his home in Romania, which had the largest number of Greys in the world, he didnt know.
There were other places that Canis lupus held as territories, like Ireland, the Balkans, and Poland even Italy and Spain had some Grey wolves. One would think that a Grey would go to another territory where other Greys were. The problem was that wolves were extremely territorial, especially among males, and unless a wolf wanted a fight, you didnt wander into anothers territory. Fortunately, there werent any Canis lupus in the small town of Coldspring, so Fane was free to come and claim his own territory, which was completely in his nature to do.
Okay, no more stalling, Fane thought. He looked up at Sorin, his driver and friend, and said, I guess this is it. Mulumesc (thank you), my friend, for coming all this way to drop me off. I appreciate it.
Think nothing of it, my Prince. It is always an honor to serve you.
Oh, come now. Dont go getting all formal on me. Here in Coldspring, Im just a high school student, not a prince, Fane said.
Fane knew this was hard for his friend, though Sorins title was actually Guard to the Prince and had been since Fane was a child. Sorin had actually wanted to stay in the U.S. with Fane, but Fane had insisted Sorin go home and let him be on his own for a while. Because there were no other Greys in this area, it wasnt likely that he was going to get into a battle.
Sorin got out of the car to open Fanes door, but Fane was unfolding his tall form before Sorin could even get around the front of the car. Fane stood six foot two inches tall, which was a good five inches taller than Sorin, so once out of the car he had to look just a little lower to meet his long-time friend in the eye. Sorin bowed only slightly, a show of respect and love for the Prince, and then broke formality and hugged him. Wolves took great comfort in touch; it was as much in their nature as breathing and even in human form they tended to touch more than humans. Fane patted Sorin on the back and stepped away.
Out of nowhere, Fane caught a passing thought in his mind that caused his wolf to perk up.
He must be more than just his driver.
Fane turned his head to look toward the thoughts origin, and locked eyes with a girl in a window of the two-story house across the street.
The belief by humans that men changed into werewolves was false. Fane was able to do what the Canis lupus called phasing. The wolf and the man were one, there was no changing from one to the other. A change would mean that once a man was in wolf form he was no longer a man, but fully wolf, and when in human form that he was fully human. This was not the case. A Canis lupus was always aware of his wolf, as was the wolf always aware of the man. They usually existed together harmoniously. When Fane was in his wolf form, he could still think and reason as if he were in his human form. When he was in his human form, he could call on his wolf to phase only the parts he needed to use instead of phasing his entire being.
He phased just enough to let his wolf eyes do the looking. Although the Grey wolfs eyesight wasnt as good as its hearing, its night vision was the best of all the breeds of wolves. He found himself looking into eyes the color of emeralds.
It registered in Fanes brain at that moment that he had heard her thoughts. There was only one person in the world that a Grey could hear thoughts from his mate. His wolf growled possessively, and he took several deep breaths to keep from phasing. He discovered for the first time was what it was like to not be in harmony with his wolf. The wolf wanted out, he wanted to go to his mate, his other half. Fane knew it was a better idea not ti phase into his wolf and go pining at her window like a lovesick pup. He couldnt get her scent, so her window must have been closed. A wolfs mate also carried a certain scent that only he would recognize.
Chapter 2
As his limo pulled up to the house where Fane would stay, he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Not necessarily in a bad way, he just felt unsettled, restless, and tense.
Well, it could've been because he was more than a thousand miles away from home. He knew absolutely no one, it was his senior year in high school, and he was going to be spending it in a country he had never been to before.
Yes I imagine that might make a person tense, Fane said to himself. He looked at the house and noticed it was quite large two stories with a wrap-around porch. It actually looked like a house you might see out in the country, not in a suburb. The yard was nicely manicured with short green grass. There was a tall, full tree to the right of the walkway with a quaint bench underneath. On the porch there were two rocking chairs and a porch swing, and between the chairs was a little table with a potted plant. Overall, it was a charming home. A home in which a person would feel comfortable a normal home.
Fane hoped this was the case because 'normal' was not usually a part of his vocabulary. He was, after all, from a family of werewolves. Specifically Grey wolves (Canis lupus). Not only that, he just happened to be the son of the Pack's current Alpha. His name, Fane Lupei, literally meant Crown Wolf. How fitting for the Prince of the Romanian Greys.
What could possibly be normal about your family being able to change into wolves, or being a prince of those wolves yourself? Nothing in that scenario could ever be normal.
You made this choice, Fane told himself. Now you have to live with it. So get out of the car.
Fane wasnt really sure why he had even decided to apply to the foreign exchange program. He just knew he'd felt a pull, like a moth to a flame, to come to the United States. And not to just any city in the United States, but to Coldspring, Texas. Why he'd thought it was a good idea to leave his home in Romania, which had the largest number of Greys in the world, he didnt know.
There were other places that Canis lupus held as territories, like Ireland, the Balkans, and Poland even Italy and Spain had some Grey wolves. One would think that a Grey would go to another territory where other Greys were. The problem was that wolves were extremely territorial, especially among males, and unless a wolf wanted a fight, you didnt wander into anothers territory. Fortunately, there werent any Canis lupus in the small town of Coldspring, so Fane was free to come and claim his own territory, which was completely in his nature to do.
Okay, no more stalling, Fane thought. He looked up at Sorin, his driver and friend, and said, I guess this is it. Mulumesc (thank you), my friend, for coming all this way to drop me off. I appreciate it.
Think nothing of it, my Prince. It is always an honor to serve you.
Oh, come now. Dont go getting all formal on me. Here in Coldspring, Im just a high school student, not a prince, Fane said.
Fane knew this was hard for his friend, though Sorins title was actually Guard to the Prince and had been since Fane was a child. Sorin had actually wanted to stay in the U.S. with Fane, but Fane had insisted Sorin go home and let him be on his own for a while. Because there were no other Greys in this area, it wasnt likely that he was going to get into a battle.
Sorin got out of the car to open Fanes door, but Fane was unfolding his tall form before Sorin could even get around the front of the car. Fane stood six foot two inches tall, which was a good five inches taller than Sorin, so once out of the car he had to look just a little lower to meet his long-time friend in the eye. Sorin bowed only slightly, a show of respect and love for the Prince, and then broke formality and hugged him. Wolves took great comfort in touch; it was as much in their nature as breathing and even in human form they tended to touch more than humans. Fane patted Sorin on the back and stepped away.
Out of nowhere, Fane caught a passing thought in his mind that caused his wolf to perk up.
He must be more than just his driver.
Fane turned his head to look toward the thoughts origin, and locked eyes with a girl in a window of the two-story house across the street.
The belief by humans that men changed into werewolves was false. Fane was able to do what the Canis lupus called phasing. The wolf and the man were one, there was no changing from one to the other. A change would mean that once a man was in wolf form he was no longer a man, but fully wolf, and when in human form that he was fully human. This was not the case. A Canis lupus was always aware of his wolf, as was the wolf always aware of the man. They usually existed together harmoniously. When Fane was in his wolf form, he could still think and reason as if he were in his human form. When he was in his human form, he could call on his wolf to phase only the parts he needed to use instead of phasing his entire being.
He phased just enough to let his wolf eyes do the looking. Although the Grey wolfs eyesight wasnt as good as its hearing, its night vision was the best of all the breeds of wolves. He found himself looking into eyes the color of emeralds.
It registered in Fanes brain at that moment that he had heard her thoughts. There was only one person in the world that a Grey could hear thoughts from his mate. His wolf growled possessively, and he took several deep breaths to keep from phasing. He discovered for the first time was what it was like to not be in harmony with his wolf. The wolf wanted out, he wanted to go to his mate, his other half. Fane knew it was a better idea not ti phase into his wolf and go pining at her window like a lovesick pup. He couldnt get her scent, so her window must have been closed. A wolfs mate also carried a certain scent that only he would recognize.
