Chapter 3
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Blake… I love the sound of his name.
“Hi, Lana. You must be that young cousin Jeremy was talking about. I’m Amira.” The she-wolf next to Blak says with a friendly smile.
Looking at her from head to toe, I already hate her.
Her presence so close to Blake is making me angry and jealous.
Why would I feel like this? I just met him!
I narrow my eyes a little before answering her with a clipped ‘yes’.
I can tell she’s taken aback by my rudeness, given we just met too, but I don’t really care what she thinks of me.
She looks like a tramp. Showing half her chest, most of her stomach, and her shorts barely covering the bottom of her rear-end.
Not even bothering trying to have a conversation with her, I walk away and sit next to Anthony who leans in closer to whisper.
“She’s the pack slutt. Don’t give her any mind.”
This statement frustrates me even more than I already am.
But before I can even think about all this situation, I feel a strong vibrating growl resound around me.
Looking up to see where it’s coming from, I see Blake looking at me intensely. Or should I say, looking at Anthony with a murderous aura...
His eyes keep fluctuating between colors. I’m assuming his wolf is trying to gain control, but why?
And why would he look at me so intensely?
“What’s wrong with you?” Anthony asks him, putting his arm around my shoulders, making me a little uneasy.
And for Goddess knows why his action is making me look towards Blake again with guilt.
Both his hands are forming tight fists, his knuckles turning white with how much he’s tightening them.
Amira steps closer to him, placing her hand on his and the other on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear for only him to hear.
He looks down and gives her a small head node, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, all while releasing the anger from his hands.
When he opens them back up, they are back to their original blue-green color mixture.
“I don’t think you should put your arm around her like that, Anthony,” Blak says with a flat-sounding voice.
I look at him with a deep frown.
Why would he say that to Anthony? It is true that I’m a bit uncomfortable having his arm around me in a kind of affectionate way. But why would he try to get him off of me? It makes no sense to me and my young brain.
Anthony looked from Blake to me confusingly, slowly removing his arm.
“Sorry, Lana. I didn’t realize I was making you feel that way.” He says apologetically, scratching the back of his head.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say with a smile.
It’s not like he tried to take advantage of me. It’s not really his fault I’m reacting this way. I was just fine before Blake showed up with his closeness. I don’t get why it would change just because someone else showed up.
I then feel it again. This low, powerful, vibrating growl that shakes me to my core. But not in a bad way.
Where is it coming from? And why do I feel so tingly?
I don’t hate this feeling at all and that's what's confusing me the most right now.
I mean, I’ve heard a werewolf growl before, but nothing like this. I’ve never been this affected by one before. A growl I mean.
Trying to shake this sensation off, I get up and grab my bag.
“Where are you going?” Blake asks with a deep frown on his greek-god face, earning another questioning look from everyone around us, especially Amira.
“I’m just getting some fresh air,” I reply, blushing
Why am I blushing?
“I won’t be too long,” I add before walking out the front door.
I felt his intense gaze on every step I took before I walked out. I wanted him to stop looking, just as much as I wanted him to keep looking.
What is wrong with me?
Once outside, I walk a little further away from the door, leaning on the brick wall of the arcade.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a few times the colder misty air trying to calm down my racing heart.
‘Lana…’ I suddenly hear in my head, making me jump up in surprise.
My eyes search around to see who called my name, but there's no one around.
Did I just imagine this someone calling out my name?
‘You didn’t…’ The voice replies to my inner thoughts.
‘What the hell?!’
‘Don’t freak out. It’s just me. Your wolf.’
‘My wolf? How is that possible? I’m not even fourteen yet!’
‘I don’t know either how I got here early, but I’m happy I’m here with you. I’m Sacha.’ She says with cheerfulness.
‘Hi, Sacha.’
Tingles suddenly take over my whole body.
Why do I keep having this amazing sensation?
“Lana.” A deep, rugged voice calls out.
“Blake,” I reply, turning sideways to see him walking up to me.
The sight of him is making my heart race again and Sacha starts purring like a kitten.
‘What the hell Sacha?!’
‘Him! Something about him is special! Go to him. I want to be closer to him!’ She says, pacing and pronouncing around in my head.
I don’t even have time to move further from the wall, before Blake walks up, almost pinning me against the wall with his hard, muscular body.
Looking at me with such hungry eyes, he leans in and takes a big whiff close to my neck.
“How old are you, beautiful?” He whispers in my ear.
My breath catches in my throat for a moment and my mind goes blank from his proximity. His voice is almost like dripping honey to my ears.
I sense him placing the tip of his fingers on my hip and my breath hitches again at the contact of his hands on me.
My eyes become unfocused and my heart races faster than it ever did before.
What’s so special about this one wolf?
“So?” He asks, his eyes going from my eyes to my lips and back up again.
Gulping, I try to shake off my nervousness.
“I’m thirteen.” I finally manage to whisper out.
His face contorts into such a serious expression in a mere second. I can see his jaw tighten and the vein on his forehead bulge out.
“You’re only thirteen?” He repeats through clenched teeth.
I nod to respond to his question. My words seemed to have gotten stuck in my throat.
I’ve never behaved like this and it’s beginning to annoy me.
‘You’ve said that quite a few times already, you know.’ Sacha says with a little attitude.
‘I know I have! Don’t patronize me! I’m just so confused by all these new feelings I’ve never had before!’ I say with frustration.
I’m usually so much more confident. So why does Blake’s presence affect me so much?
“f**k…” I hear Blake mumble under his breath, taking me out of my conversation with Sacha.
I can tell he’s battling himself with something, but I don’t have the courage to ask him what it is.
“How long are you staying in Westmount Pack?” He asks, moving his fingers lightly on my hip, giving me goosebumps.
Trying my best not to show how much he’s affecting me, I clear my throat and stand tall.
Well, as tall as I can be for a pre-teen she-wolf.
“I’m here for two weeks. My parents dragged me here for a family reunion.” I reply.
“You didn't want to come?” He asks with amusement.
His crooked smile made my stomach tighten.
“No, not really..” I reply with a blush.
“How come?” He asks, taking a small step closer to me.
“I just didn’t want to,” I reply.
Why don’t I want him to know it was because I wanted to get closer to Lucas?
“Are you happy you came regardless?”
“Maybe…” I say, my cheeks reddening even more.
“You look even more beautiful with this shade on your cheeks.” He says sweetly, lifting one of his hands to gently brush my right cheek.
Sacha purres louder from his affectionate action.
“What the hell are you doing, Blake?!” We suddenly hear, making him take a few steps back and put his hands in his pockets.
The loss of his contact is making my heart tighten in sadness.
“We were just talking. No need to freak out, Jeremy.” He replies nonchalantly.
“Yeah, sure. And I’m a monkey's uncle. I know how you are Blake and I’m warning you; Don't even think of playing any of your stupid games with her. Or you’ll have hell to pay. Got it?” Jeremy says, making me confused.
What games is he talking about?
‘I don’t know’ Shacha responds, just as confused as me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. She’s too young anyway. What do you take me for? A pedophile?” He says, looking at Jeremy with an unreadable expression.
“What are you two talking about?” I ask, looking from Blake to Jeremy questioningly.
I can tell Jeremy is hiding something from me. At least he’s trying too. I know he’s having a conversation with his wolf by his unfocused eyes.
Tingles form on my hand, making me look down at it and back up to meet Blake smiling at me.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. This is just some stupid banter between your cousin and me.” He says, giving my hand a small squeeze before letting go.
His reassurance is making my nervousness disappear as if it was never there.
How did he do that?
“Why don’t we head back inside?” Jeremy suggests looking at Blake with a stern look.
What is going on with Jerr? I’ve never seen him act like this.
Shaking off whatever just happened, I follow him back inside, Blake only a step behind me.
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