Chapter 8
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It’s already been two years since I first met Blake.
Time sure flies…
After that family vacation, we stayed in touch through text and video calls.
He’s so sweet and caring. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have met him!
But on the other hand, Jeremy and I’s relationship shifted drastically after the huge fight we had about me being around Blake.
Neither him, nor Anthony, or any of the other guys for that matter, has ever fully explained to me why I shouldn’t get close to Blake and stay away from him.
Two years later and I still don’t get it.
His smile and laugh whenever I say something silly when we video, gives me butterflies every time.
“When are you coming back to visit, princess?” He asks, making me blush.
He started calling me princess after a few weeks after we first started to video call.
I secretly love it, but I won’t admit it to him. He’d tease me for it. Not that I would mind in the end.
“I think my mom said we are going by the end of the summer. A couple of days before my birthday, I think.” I reply, looking up, thinking about that conversation I had with mom last night.
Taking my attention back to him on the screen, I lift the last piece of my ice-cream sandwich and stuff it in my mouth, getting some all around it.
“Goddess, I wish I was that sandwich.” He mumbles huskily, his eyes darkening a little with what I know now to be lust.
I get like this too, sometimes. Especially whenever the muscle on his arms and shoulders flex.
He’s got such a sculpted body. A true David.
He’s tried getting me to workout more seriously, and I did, for a while. But I hated it.
I still keep up with my yoga. It helps me concentrate, most of the time.
Ever since I met Blake, my interest in Lucas has become next to invisible. I mean, I’m still sort of interested in him. He is still as kind and gorgeous as ever, but Blake takes the cake.
Looking back at him with a teasing smile, all the while wiping the melting ice cream from the corner of my lips, his attention got taken from a knock on his door.
“Hold on a second, princess,” He says, walking out of the screen's view.
I can hear him talking with someone, but I can’t make out what they are saying or who he’s talking to.
Is he talking with one of the boys?
Picking at my fingers near the edge of my nails, I patiently wait for him to come back.
“Hey, princess.” He says, coming back into view and sitting down in his chair.
From the way he fidgets in his seat, I can tell something’s off.
“Is everything ok?” I ask worriedly.
“I have...something to take care of tonight, so I won’t be able to call you back later, sorry,” He says with a pitiful look in his eyes.
“It’s ok,” I reply, trying my best not to show my disappointment.
But at that same moment, I think I hear a girl giggling.
“What was that?” I ask, looking around him, trying to see if someone’s there.
“What was what?” He asks but looks to his left with displeasure.
“Is there someone there with you?” I accuse, not able to help myself from asking.
“No, there isn't. I have to get going, princess. But I will call you tomorrow though. So you can get that little frown off your face.” He teased, touching the top of the screen as if trying to smooth out the frown off my forehead for real.
The thought makes me smile and forget why I worried in the first place. But another question pops into my mind and, yet again, I can’t help myself from asking.
“So, what’s keeping you from calling me back tonight?”
For a split second, his expression darkens.
“You don’t need to worry about it, princess.” He replies.
His lack of answer in his reply, makes my heart tightens.
Why won't he tell me what he’s doing tonight that he won’t be able to call back?
“I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to be so abrupt with you. I just can’t talk about what’s going on. You understand, right?” He apologies, giving me a cute pout, making me unable to stay unnerved about this situation.
“Look, I really need to go, but I will call you tomorrow. I promise,” He says with a quick wink and a smoldering smile.
“Ok, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”
“Bye, princess”
“Bye”
I stared at my blank screen for a few minutes after the call ended.
Why do I have this nagging feeling there was another person, another she-wolf with him in the room?
I get up from my bed and stretch, trying to shake off this weird feeling I’m sensing.
‘I need to do something to distract myself.’
‘Why don't we go for a run?’ Sacha offers.
That sounds like an awesome plan!’
A few weeks ago, we had our first transformation. It was so painful at first, but I managed to get through it.
Sacha is such a beautiful light brown wolf with a few darker spots here and there.
She’s not small, but not big either.
But she is incredibly fast! Faster than I would have ever expected.
I still haven’t told my parents about Sacha already being here. I haven't even told Blake.
Why?
I have no clue as to why I didn’t. I just didn’t.
It’s our little secret. Just like I’m keeping my texts and calls with Blake a secret.
I don’t want to be judged for this or be looked at funnily. I’m too prideful for that.
Taking my sports gear, I stuff in an extra pair of sport shorts and a tank top and head out the back door towards the forest. I memorized the pack surveillance route from my dad's office, so I know where to go to not get caught.
After walking into the woods for a few minutes, the tree I hide my bag in, comes into view.
I place it in the hidden hole along with the cloth I was already wearing and take a quick look at my surroundings. Just in case.
Everything seems fine.
I place myself on all forces and let Sacha take control.
This run will do us both some good.
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