Breaking The Ice
757 Words
***Lawrence's POV***
I called my father as soon as I found a place to park.
"Hello son, please tell me you are on the way home with the packs future Luna, He said.
Dad, we have a problem. Her wolf is not awake! I don't think she even knows she is a werewolf? A low growl of frustration seeping from inside of me. Loki wanted to come forward but now is not the time.
"Son, if her wolf is asleep, then you have to wake it. It would help if you spent as much time as possible with her. Her wolf will sense it's safe to come out. You will have to be cautious not to scare her, though. This is a lot to take in at one time for someone that knows nothing of our world." My father, Alpha Ahmed, stated.
(I let out a deep sigh.)I have already scared her once, and she punched me.
My father began to laugh a deep unrestrained laugh. It was not in his character to laugh; he was usually very reserved.
Why is that funny, Alpha? ( I only call him Alpha when I'm mad)
My father, finally getting himself together, stated, "I think I'm going to like her. She reminds me of your mother. It sounds like she will not only be a blessing to you but the pack as well. Your whole life, everyone has given you whatever you wanted, and respect was given to you as a birthright. Now you have to work for it. It will not be easy, son, but it will be worth it."
To find your mate, our future Luna, and bring her home.
**** Myahs point of View ****
I have been in my apartment for hours. I can't get that beautiful yet strange man out of my head. What did he mean by Mate? Why did he act as if he knew me? Why do I smell pinecones and cinnamon when he's around? Why do I miss him?
So far, being 17 has been a year of chaos, and I'm only two days in.
I don't have a phone or electronic device to occupy my time. So I fill my time with thoughts of the man I met earlier in the day. After hours of tossing and turning, I decided to go for a walk. It's about five at night now. I am sure he's gone by now. I plan to find a coffee shop.
As I walk around town, I can't help but feel like I am being watched. It sends shivers down my spine. I keep looking around, but I don't see anyone. I eventually find a Barnes and Noble, got a coffee, and find a magazine to read.
As I am reading my magazine, someone clears their throat. I look up, and it's him. He's looking down with his beautiful brown eyes, and he looks so confused and hurt. My heart skips a beat. The heat in my body is growing. Why does this man have this effect on me?
"Please don't leave, he says. His eyes look so kind and full of sadness.
"Why are you following me?" I ask.
"I want to get to know you. Can we talk for ten minutes, and if you never want to see me again after that, I will leave." He says.
"Okay, sit," I tell him.
"My name is Myah."
"Lawrence, he says.
We shake hands. When he touches me, I feel static in my hands. I jerk my hand back. He smirks at me as if he knows what just happened. He must have dragged his feet on the carpet and shocked me. Oddly enough, it feels good, so I don't mind much.
We talk until it's almost closing. Neither of us acknowledged when his ten minutes were up. I felt like I had known him for years. We talked about what we like and don't like favorites and things we would eventually like to do in life. He spoke of his childhood. I could see in his eyes how much he loved his parents. He talks about his mother in the past tense, so she must have passed. I can tell home much she was loved and loved him. I wish I had that. When he asked about mine, the mood changed.
I hung my head and began to fidget. "Maybe we should get going. It's getting late," I said.
"Can I take you home?" Lawrence asked
"Sure," I say.
Things are going well, and we talk in the car, but when he drives to my apartment without directions, I become concerned again.
"Lawrence, how did you know where I live ?' I ask.
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