Lycan’s Mate (his claim)

Chapter 1

I don't know for how long I walked, but I suddenly felt heavy eyes bore onto my back. I turned around leisurely, gasping as I met bright yellow eyes.

Fiona's POV

A deep voice was calling me.

There were people all around me and it was noisy, but I just can felt it.

I didn't care. Many people must feel the same way. As if at some time they have seen such a scene. I probably just remembered the sexy voice from a movie.

I made my way through the parking lot, ignoring the constant chatter that went on around me and exited the school's grounds. I turned right and began my usual walk home.

Having a car would be ideal now, but seeing that there was barely any space to park inside the school, I preferred walking. And besides, it provided a great source of exercise that I was in dire need of. I wasn't getting chunky or anything, but I liked to stay active whenever I could. Active in the sense of simply walking long distances, not doing a sport that would eventually kill me due to the lack of agility I have. Hey, I am only human!

After about 20-30 minutes, I finally reached my home which seemed isolated from the others. That was the good thing about this neighborhood. There was always a large distance between each home so there was no need to worry about any loud noises that your neighbors would make. Especially the party that was apparently going to occur later on tonight.

I entered my house, surprised to find my dad sitting on his favorite couch watching TV. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around and gave me his heartwarming smile. I smiled in return and walked towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek before a puzzled look took over my features.

"What are you doing here this early?"

He laughed quietly as he sat up straighter, giving me his undivided attention, which was a surprise to me. He always seemed to have something to do so he rarely paid any attention to me unless it was needed.

"Well, this job doesn't require a lot of work and the boss decided to let everyone go home early today. There's supposedly this party that's happening later on tonight and the whole neighborhood is invited. He even went to say that if you and I wanted to go, that we would be welcomed." He paused, tilting his head in question.

"Do you know about this party? Has there been other kids talking about it?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I remembered the constant chatter that never seemed to end whatsoever today. I slumped down on the couch opposite of him, letting my backpack slide onto the floor in front of me.

"Yeah. They wouldn't shut up about it today. I don't see why it's such a big deal anyway." I crossed my arms and looked at the TV, not even bothering to pay any attention to what I was seeing.

Silence erupted in the room, my dad's eyes still on me as I continued to stare at the TV. It wasn't long until his voice echoed around the room.

"Do you want to go, Fiona?"

Whenever he used my full name, I knew he was being serious. Did he see something in my expression that I was accidentally showing? He must've thought that I wanted to go desperately but in all honesty, I couldn't care less if I were to go or not.

"Of course not, dad. We had this fishing trip planned ever since you got that offer to work here. I rather spend time with you than go to that party." It was the honest truth.

He raised an eyebrow at me, not buying what I was saying. Ugh, I hated how he didn't believe me sometimes. This man was a handful.

With a heavy sigh, I turned my head to look at him dead in the eyes as I said slowly,

"I don't want to go dad. I prefer fishing."

"Says the vegetarian," he muttered playfully as he resumed his previous position on the couch. I glared at him mockingly before I stood up and grabbed my bag.

"I'm going to pack. At what time are we leaving?"

He raised his arm as he looked at the silver watch on his left wrist.

"About an hour. We want to be able to make it before sundown."

"Are we coming back by Sunday afternoon?"

He simply nodded his head, letting me know it was the end of the conversation.

Some people would think that it was quite rude, but I had already grown accustomed to it. My dad has never been the same after my mom's death, and it was perfectly understandable.

They were soul mates, and losing her had to be one of the greatest unfortunate events my dad ever had to encounter. His first was losing his father after he had come back from serving at war, but that wasn't as great as this one. My mom and dad had been going out since his senior year and her junior year in high school. They never once broke it off and even during his time where he had to leave the country, she was completely faithful to him as he was to her.

Their love story was truly special and I always wished that I could find a love like that one day after my dad had told me their story when I was 13.

I made my way up the stairs and closed the door behind me once I entered the room. It was going to be easy to pack since I knew exactly what to bring. Since we were heading South, I was pretty sure that the weather was going to be a lot warmer than it was here. It wasn't like it was freezing where I am now, but you can tell that winter was on its way by the chill in the air.

I pulled out my suitcase from under my bed and proceeded to packing all the necessities I needed for the trip, which wasn't much. After packing in my underwear (hey, I wasn't going to wear clothes without anything under), I entered my closet and pulled out two long sleeved shirts and two tank-tops to accompany them.

They didn't cling to my body, which was perfect for the semi-hot weather I was most likely going to endure once I got there.

Grabbing two pairs of shorts, I placed them all, neatly, inside of my suit case. Stepping inside my closet once more, I contemplated if I should bring my swim suit. Hmm, why not?

I was done in no time so I decided to grab a few books as well as my school work. I wasn't taking a vacation and it was only the beginning of the school year. I did have homework you know, especially since I was taking AP classes.