Thank the goddess it’s Friday. Slamming my locker door, I turn to look for my best friend Cassidy, glad we’re one day closer to being through with school. And I was one day closer to turning 18, so there’s that.
I’m so ready to move on from teenage drama, teenage boys and teenage, well, everything. Especially teenage Jace. I had the biggest crush on him and got nothing in return except glares and whispers behind my back from the “popular” girls. He was going to be our pack’s next alpha and all of the girls set their sites on him. Including me, it seemed.
I really had zero interest in him at all until he got flirty last summer. Turns out, I heard rumors that he was just trying to get to me because I showed no interest at all (outwardly anyway).
All of the catty bitches whispered and gave nasty looks. All of them except Cassidy. She was my best friend and the only one at school, well really in our pack, that got me besides Cristabell, my other bff.
I’m not popular, or unpopular. I’m definitely not competition for any of the hot girls at school, who all have their eye on being the next Luna, it seemed. I’m just average, which in the high school world, equals… invisible. And while invisible was generally alright (less drama), for the last couple of weeks, I had been feeling…off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Restless. Almost stir crazy; like I had been sitting around too long and just had to do something. Like something bigger was waiting for me.
I was lost in thought as I closed my locker and headed toward the forest and my refuge. Tranquility Lake.
It wasn’t really called that. I don’t think that it actually has a name, but I call it Tranquility Lake. It was a beautiful turquoise blue and so still you could stare at your reflection like looking into a mirror.
I start on my path through the forest, enjoying the sun on my face, the breeze through my hair and the sounds of nature around me. One of my favorite smells in the world was the trees in the forest and the rare blue lotus flowers that bloomed along the bank of the water; the smell of the blooms bringing almost a sense of deja vu to me every time I got a whiff of their fragrance.
I loved going to the lake and went to it almost daily after school. It was my spot to get away from the noise of the kids at school and the peace there allowed me to calm my mind and relax.
I had two months of school left, and only about a month until my 18th birthday.
My parents always get excited talking about it, because at 18, I can find my mate. I have mixed feelings about that. I didn’t know my birth father. He died right before I was born, but mom has never really talked about it. Merrick is my stepfather and has been just like a dad to me since I was just a baby. He is awesome. And he was just as excited about my birthday as my mom.
I don’t really know if I want a mate yet. On the one hand, I don’t completely hate the idea. On the other, I felt this longing in my soul for…something. I couldn’t place my finger on it exactly. I just felt like I had something left unfinished.
Our wolf usually comes forward at 15, but mine didn’t appear until I turned 17. And she was small. Beautiful, but small. Really small. Hence the “runt”, “pipsqueak”, “weak” and “puny” comments that I heard in whispers from most of the pack. Never to my face. I was small and not particularly beautiful, but fierce, but I definitely heard them spoken with my crazy great hearing (a perk of being a supernatural, I suppose). I’m smart, strong, a great fighter and negotiator (just ask my parents), and I carry myself with a measure of self assurance and grace that oftentimes I don’t really feel. I frequently ask myself though: Why would anyone want me as their mate?
I walked, lost in my thoughts, toward the edge of the forest at the back side of the field where everyone did their training, taking a quick glance around to make sure I was alone before heading through to find the path that I had worn for myself. Something pricked at my senses and had the hair on the back of my neck raising. I looked around, but there’s no one and nothing around. Even the birds were quiet today. Weird.
I continued on my way, taking my time and enjoying the beauty, fresh air and silence the walk was bringing me today. I lifted my face toward the sun and breeze and caught it. The faint scent of bread baking with a touch of cinnamon mixed with the forest. My mouth was all watery now. It reminded me of something familiar in my early childhood, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But it was wonderful.
I walked through the last stand of trees to the clearing where my lake was, and stopped short.
There was someone sitting on my rock, under my willow tree, looking out across the glassy surface of the water.
I stopped short, annoyance and curiosity warring in my head. I mean, this wasn’t really my lake. I’m sure others know about it, but no one comes here.
I have never seen him before, but he smells good. Really good. I don’t feel afraid, exactly. Maybe just a little cautious, and more than a little curious. I took a couple of steps closer and he turned his head, chestnut hair ruffling with the late spring breeze. As he faces me and looks up, I’m rooted to the ground by a jolt that hits me when he looks at me with the most electrifying green eyes I’ve ever seen.
I was standing on my balcony outside of my room a couple of weeks ago, having been woken from my sleep by the most intoxicating smell of winter snow, orange blossoms and pine coming through my open window. I Love that smell! It reminds me of winters and cider with my grandmother as a child. I had the undeniable urge to follow it to its source, so I got dressed and went for a run through the forest looking for it. I crossed into the River Moon territory, but had no worries. As a Lycan, and a Royal, no one was likely to challenge my being there. I followed the scent that the breeze brought to me to a lake where it faded as the wind did, leaving me disappointed and longing for more of it. That was the night that my search began. My lycan, Havoc, was obsessed with the need to find the so
I walked through the last stand of trees to the clearing where my lake was, and stopped short. There was someone sitting on my rock, under my willow tree, looking out across the glassy surface of the water. I stopped, annoyance and curiosity warring in my head. I mean, this wasn’t really my lake. I’m sure others know about it, but no one comes here. I have never seen him before, but he smells good. Like, really good. I don’t feel afraid, exactly, maybe just a little cautious… and more than a little curious. I felt, well, drawn to him. Like a magnet. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. My wolf Bella was losing her shit. Also very unusu
So, she doesn’t know who I am, I thought to myself, a little incredulously. This is going to be fun. “What’s your name?”, I asked, though I already knew the answer. Havoc jumped forward in my mind ‘Why are we playing this game? Just claim her. She’s our mate’. I had to calm him to keep myself together. Her scent was driving me to the breaking point, but I didn’t want to frighten her. She was a little cautious as it was. ‘Calm, Havoc. She’s not 18 and hasn’t felt the mate pull, yet. We don’t want to scare her. She’ll be ours soon enough’. She looked at me as if unsure she should answer. After contemplating me, she simply said, “Lyse.” “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Lyse.”, I replied as I reached toward her to shake h
I walked through the forest, a little faster than normal, my breath coming in pants and my pulse thrumming through me from head to toe. What was that back there? I mean, I’d seen my share of cute guys, but this one…. He had me questioning what the word ‘crush’ meant! I felt, I don’t know, different with him and it was driving me crazy, trying to pinpoint what it was about him. The way he looked at me though. I think it may be some time before I can get his eyes out of my head. I had to talk to Cassidy. Maybe she’d know. She’s my best friend. She could help me figure this out. The question was: how much did I want to share
Later that night, sitting in my suite with my balcony door open hoping to catch her scent on the breeze, I was lost in thoughts of her. I have never gotten sidetracked from anything that I was working on. Until now. Until her. I had to be near her again. My coronation ball will be the perfect time to formally introduce myself to her. Picking up my phone, I called Sam, my secretary and a friend so close we could be siblings. “Hey, Chase. Is everything alright? It’s late.”, she answered, a bit out of breath, as though she dove for her phone. “Sam, I need you to send an invitation to Annalyse Mitchell and her family in River Moon pack for the ball.” “Chase, the seating charts are done and everything has already been confirmed. K
After Cass left, I jumped in the shower, letting the heat from the water and pressure of the spray help me relax. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the mysterious stranger by the lake for some reason. It wasn’t just his gorgeous eyes and handsome face, though. It was somehow something more than that. I had felt drawn to him. Must be his very strong alpha aura. I wonder where he’s from that he would put out that much strength even held back like I’m sure it was. And if I’ll ever see him again. I threw on my old comfy sweats and t-shirt, ran down to tell my parents goodnight, and headed to bed. As I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of him, I felt a strange sense of foreboding. That night, the dreams started.
I woke up this morning feeling like I haven’t slept in a week. Something has had Havoc on high alert in my head. He keeps pacing like he’s agitated and I can’t get him to calm down or talk to me. He’s worried. I can tell this much. “Havoc. Calm. What’s wrong? If it’s the rogue situation, Ryker’s on it with me. We’ll protect the packs and handle the threat.” “Protect. Now.” He answered, all but jumping out of my skin. “We will, Havoc. We will.” “Not just the packs. Her.” he said, increasing his aura and anxiety. “What are you talking about?”, I asked, though I had a feeling I knew where he was going with this. “Mate. Something’s coming.”, an ominous tone to his answer.
I watched the muscles in his back flex through his shirt as he walked away. Then I looked down at the forgotten envelope in my hand. As I turned it over, I noticed the deep purple wax seal. The seal of the Lycan Prince. I hurried inside to my parent’s office to look for the letter opener and bumped into my dad on the way. “Hey, Sweets. Why in such a rush so early?”, he asked with a chuckle and a steadying hand as I rushed past him. “Well, I’m not really sure yet. Someone who works for the Prince just dropped this by and I’m really curious. And confused.”, I admitted. “Someone who works for the Prince?”, he asked, eyebrows raised. “Yeah. He told me I was to have it as soon as