Nina (A Werewolf Romance)

With the first step over the threshold, you could feel the cool air of the house, it was an odd feeling a home colder than the air outside. But it felt nice considering I had been sweating and stuffy for hours on end.“Have a nose around, mi casa es su casa” he said his hands going to his hips.I didn’t reply just grazed my eyes around me, the décor was modern not what I was expecting from a cowboy town. Dark oak floors and crisp white walls, a large mirror hung upon the wall to the right of the hall way. It was definitely not what I had expected the home of a thirty odd year-old single man would look like.  “How old are you?” I asked earning a raised brow and a soft chuckle.“Twenty-nine” he corrected my thoughts.“Huh, nice digs” I complemented as I peeked around the door that I now knew lead to a living room, or sitting room I believe the Ameri

Samsonville never had much of an option for me to buy many clothes, I mean sure they had clothes stores, but I just couldn’t find much that I would want to wear. It wasn’t a surprise Mum used to say that I had my own style “child I cannot keep up with you, one minute its a cute summer dress the next flared jeans and a floor length fur coat” she always encouraged me to dress how I wanted though, and I loved her for it. God how I missed her, Things like this make it near impossible for me to block out the fact that she was really gone. It has been two weeks since her funeral, three weeks since she had passed and it was easier for me to not think about her or else I would break, something I was yet to do. I know with time it would get easier, it did when dad died.“I was thinking we could head to dinner at the bar and grill? What do you say?” Uncle Jesse cut into my thoughts.“huh” I hummed his que

I was one hundred percent freaking out right now. I had showered, washed and dried my hair only to be sat by my suitcase for near enough thirty minutes having no clue on what I was supposed to wear for my first day of school. I wasn’t usually the kind of girl to spend a fathomable time on such a thing but as Lucas had called it my ‘first day jitters’ were wiping the floor with me. What did American’s wear to high school? I had asked Uncle Jesse but all I got was a shrug of his shoulders and a quick “beats me, kid”. I huffed with frustration because this was not me, yeah I am shy to a certain extent but since when did I care if people would deem my sense of style unfit for their standards? The answer was never, I never ever gave a crap before, so why was it bothering me so much now? I grabbed my black ripped skinny jeans and my short sleeve white v neck crop top. If I paired this outfit with my black strappy peep toe wedges and a smile upon my lips, I would look pretty cute. That’s the

Nina's pov- The school morning was an absolute nightmare. My first few classes where an outright disaster and that is not an exaggeration from me. Each teacher from each class made me stand before sed class and introduce myself with my name, my age, where I am from and something I enjoy doing. How could any rational thinking person think that was a good idea? For one I am shy, two I am in a new country surrounded by a thousand new people and three I hate public speaking like absolutely despise it but to make everything worse than it already was some guy thought it would be so hilarious to comment on how my accent was so strong and they couldn’t for the life of them understand what I had said. “What did she say? She speaks so fast; does she even speak English” blah blahh… I was fucking mortified and to top it off I had the constant feeling of being watched I hated it, I hated this school, I hated this entire idea of moving to a whole other country. It was now our lunch break to which

Nina’s Pov- “Uncle Jesse” I called out peeling my shoes from my feet. Choosing to wear a high wedge shoe to school was the dumbest idea I have had in a long time. My feet where throbbing from not only hours of wearing them in school but the long and painful walk home I had just had to endure. Of course Lucas was the gentleman that he is and offered to give me a ride home, the only issue being was that he had football practice and I would have to wait on the bleachers for him to finish so I did what any insane person would do, decline the offer and walk endlessly for nearly two hours and trust me I fully regret that decision now. School wasn’t even that far from Uncle Jesse’s house but the fact I got lost on every road that I turned down was the time-consuming part. Sure, I could have texted uncle Jesse for a lift, but I was stubborn and wanted to be the one to find my own way home, I mean What better way was there to learn your new surrounding than walking them? “Uncle Jesse” I calle