Why didn't I find a place she could sit beside me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Why am I running from my 'supposed' mate?
I didn't hear one word Mr. Warner has said since I walked in here. Doesn't every teacher use the same freakin' spill on the first day? Welcome to blah...blah...blah, this year we are going to learn about blah...blah...blah.
Zach was trying not to look back at Emily or Paige.
There's just something about her.
'She's our mate,' his wolf said once again.
'Yeah. Yeah. I get it. You said this before.
Zach was once again having an internal conflict with his other-self. If he didn't know he was a shifter, he would begin to suspect he was going insane with having a wolf talking inside of him. He knew he had to speak with his older brother Adam or his father if he returned soon. There hadn't been any other girl who had made him feel and act like a complete ass like Emily.
Yep, that's what she probably thinks of me right now.
Zach knew she was sitting somewhere next to Paige. Even though no one else could, he was able to hear them whispering. Why did she have to sit right beside school gossip? He slowly stretched his arms above his head and pretended to twist around like he was uncomfortable, but he was trying to get another peek at Emily.
"Shit," Zach muttered under his breath and turned back around. No sooner did he look over at them, Paige and Emily looked up at him from the next row. A good thing about being a wolf was that he could hear most of what they said, a positive point in his favor.
Zach went back to concentrating on Paige and Emily's chat while drowning out the other conversations in the classroom. They were talking about Jacob, like that was something new. Girls talking about his conceited brother was something that happened every hour of every day.
Wait, he heard Emily say his name. He wished the kid beside him would shut the fuck up. Zach was giving him a death glare, but the kid kept talking loudly to someone else who was two rows away. He wanted to scream, 'get up and go over there to talk,' but he had to get back to listening to Paige and Emily talk about him.
What the hell, a kid on the other side of Zach hit his arm. "Hey, who's the new girl?"
Zach turned to confront the kid who punched his arm. "Marshall, what the hell are you doing here?"
"We all moved back this past week. My dad spoke with yours, so we're good to go. Didn't he tell you? They have a lead on the offspring."
"Nah, I haven't seen him. You know, pack business. He's been away for a while. I think something's going on. We'll have to talk about it later." Zach glanced around to make sure nobody else was listening in to their conversation and also to get another glimpse of Emily. "Are you in this class?" Zach hoped at least one pack member would be in one of his classes.
Marshall snorted out a laugh. "Yeah, right. You're the brains, remember? I saw you sitting here, so I popped in." He glanced over to make sure Mr. Warner wasn't looking. Luckily for him, he was too busy looking at some science magazine. "I gotta get going. I'm meeting Jacob before second period. So no answer to the new girl question." Marshall nodded up to Emily as he stood to leave.
Zach peeked over at Emily and Paige once again. They were still talking. "Just a girl I showed to this class. Why?" Zach turned back toward Marshall, but he was gone as fast as he came.
Zach reached for his cell phone and text Adam. Need to talk, meet me around 4p at the house.
Hopefully, he wasn't on pack duty. Zach knew he had to figure out what was going on and why their pack was showing up now.
K was the only response he got from Adam. But then again, he should be happy he got one.
The bell rang to leave. Zach took one last glance at Emily, allowing his wolf to scream in protest of going, then exited the classroom.
The following morning, Lucas delayed opening the store as he took Cecelia home to get a set of her own clean clothes for the day. She’d put up a struggle having him follow her, but eventually caved in after he kept persistent about the matter for over twenty minutes.“Does everything look normal? Untouched?” Lucas glanced around at the sparsely furnished and decorated pile dwelling that Cecelia called home for the moment. The stilted home sat far back in the swamplands where alligators would be her nearest neighbor.“For the most part, yes. But we all know Rayne can put a glam spell on anything to make it seem untouched.” Cecelia rummaged through several drawers grabbing the necessities for a quick shower.“That is true. Rayne will do anything to cover her tracks. I’ll keep an eye and ear open while you take your shower.” Lucas stood by the front door and stared out into the vast land and water.“Alrig
Cecelia slightly waggled her head back and forth as she tried to figure out how to tell him what he wanted to know. “Are you connected to Rayne in any way?” She looked over at him so that she could interpret if he was telling the truth by his expression.“I was at one point in my life, but I learned that Rayne wasn’t the person who I thought she was.” Lucas didn’t want to divulge too much information until he found out what Cecelia’s association was to her.Cecelia nodded her head. It was a brief and basic answer. She wanted more as to how much he knew about their kind.Lucas saw the looks of conflicting emotions cross over Cecelia’s face. It seemed she was torn between telling him the truth or making up some outlandish lie. “I know all about the enchantresses of both black and white magic if that makes this all any better.” He hoped he just didn’t open up a whole new box if she had no clue what h
The electricity of their first kiss ripped through Cecelia. She had kissed men before, but this was one that no other could compare to. Lucas played with her by only allowing soft kisses until she wrapped her arms around his neck and forced them to be closer. His tongue lightly traced her lips asking for entrance, which she did without reservation. His hands that were once on her hips had moved around to fit perfectly on her ass. Cecelia softly moaned as his hips began to gently sway back and forth causing her to become wet in her panties.“Is this the type of business you are now offering, Lucas?”The sound of someone speaking halted both Cecelia and Lucas’s actions. They both knew who the voice belonged to, but neither knew that the other also knew Rayne.Lucas turned around keeping Cecelia behind him. “Rayne, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” He said this with as much sarcasm as he could put out right now. The past little
The smell, lights, music, and ambiance of the chosen restaurant caught Cecelia’s attention as soon as Lucas pulled the car into the parking lot. “How did you know I liked Cajun food?” She looked at the many people that were seated at the outside patio tables and then back to the long line forming by the front door. “Looks like we’ll have a long wait.”Lucas chuckled. “I doubt that. I have good connections that will probably allow us to bypass that line.” He took hold of Cecelia’s hand and led her in the opposite direction of the front entrance.“Where are we going?” As soon as Lucas led her back into the darkness behind the restaurant and away from the hustle and bustle that was going on in the front, Cecelia started to get a little anxious.“Right here.” Lucas knocked on the back door and waited for someone to open it.The back door swung open and a petite, beautiful woma
It had been two days since Cecelia went to the small store along the main street. She’d kept her presence in the Bayou hidden since venturing out the last time, never knowing when Rayne and her coven of black magic witches were going to poke their ugly heads up. Not that they were really ugly, quite opposite in fact. They were the most beautiful coven of enchantresses that she’d or anyone had ever seen, it was just their practices that were ugly.Cecelia’s cell phone buzzed to life with an incoming call. Only one person had the number and she’d given it to him as a gamble, which could have been deadly if he’d been a pawn of Rayne’s.“Hello,” Cecelia answered the call cautiously.“May I speak with Ms. Towne?” Lucas knew it was her as the sound of her voice had been floating in his thoughts for the past two days and nights. But he wanted this call to sound formal so she wasn’t so easily scared off b
Cecelia opened the back door of the small, wooden shack that was hidden amongst the cypress trees and swamp grass of the deep south. The heat, humidity, and musky smell rising up from the Bayou filled her senses as she walked across the pier that linked her small home on stilts to the mainland. She’d been in hiding since leaving West Lakes and knew this place would serve as a great cover. She'd left her home, her sister, and most importantly her niece, Madison, all alone at a time when she needed the protection of everyone in the coven.The dark ones, the enchantresses of black magic, would find her no matter where she took refuge. But, the seclusion and shadows of the Bayou would serve as protection for the time being. Cecelia had encountered those who practiced black magic when she was sixteen years old. Being of a rebellious nature and not wanting to follow in the steps of her older sister, she experimented in the dark, mystical essence that always seem