Prince of Wolves
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Reflexively, he sent her a thought as he picked her name out of her mind. At last, my Jacquelyn. It was so natural to claim what was his, and she was without a doubt his, whether she knew it yet or not.
Judging from the look on her face, she had heard him, and for a minute he thought she just might pass out from shock. Further confirming that she was his mate, he could feel her distress and confusion. But he knew she would be fine, she was strong. She had to be because she was the mate of an Alpha and she was to be his Luna. She was so named because she, like the moon, had a pull over many things she had power that other female Greys did not.
Fane turned and, ignoring his wolf's instincts to go to her, walked up to the house, so breaking the gaze that had locked them together. As he knocked on the door, he couldnt help himself and sent her another thought, one to assure her this encounter wasnt their last.
Soon, he thought, and once again felt her confusion.
The Henrys were the family he would be living with for the next year the host family was what they were called in the exchange program. This was the first time he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how young they were. They both looked to be in their early thirties. Mr. Henry was a little shorter than Fane and had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He was thin, like a runner, and had a friendly face. Mrs. Henry was much shorter, with dark brown hair and pale brown eyes. She was average in size, neither heavy nor thin, and had a short, cute nose and rose-colored cheeks.
Welcome to our home, Fane, Mrs. Henry said, reaching out to hug him.
Fane was a little surprised, as he knew Americans to be stand-offish when it came to touching. But he found comfort in the touch and sank into that feeling.
Mr. Henry held out his hand and Fane responded by shaking it. We are very glad to have you here with us, Mr. Henry said.
Thank you for allowing me to stay in your home. I appreciate your generosity greatly, Fane said sincerely.
You must be tired from your long trip. Why dont we show you your room and let you get settled for the night. If you're hungry, I can show you the kitchen and you're welcome to help yourself to anything you find. We can visit more tomorrow and get better acquainted once you have rested, said Mrs. Henry kindly.
Fane followed them both upstairs and they went down a long hall, passing several doors. We'll give you the full tour tomorrow, Mr. Henry told Fane.
That was fine with Fane. He was very tired, but his brain was going ninety to nothing thinking about what he had just discovered. The wolf inside was restless knowing that his mate, who he possibly could've had to wait an eternity for, was just across the street.
Finally at the end of the hall, at the last door on the left, Mrs. Henry stepped aside and said, Here is your room. We took the liberty of decorating it a bit, but you are welcometo change it anyway you like. So we'll leave you to it. Sleep tight.
Mulumesc, he stated formally. The Henrys looked at him quizzically. Oh, that means thank you in Romanian. Sometimes I forget and start speaking my native language, forgive me.
Oh, no. Thats great, Fane, Mrs. Henry said. I would love to learn your language and culture. Please feel free to use it anytime you want.
Well then, mulumesc and noapte bun which means good night, Fane told them.
With that, the Henrys turned and walked away, leaving Fane to explore his new territory.
He walked into his room and immediately felt at home. They had inadvertently decorated his room in winter tones with wolves as the dominate theme. How fitting, Fane thought. The walls were painted a white that glistened like snow and one had a mural of a winter forest; in the distance there was a wolf on a snowy hill, his head tilted to the sky in a lonely howl. The bed was a full-size with a thick blue comforter and lots of pillows.
To the left of the bedroom door was another door. Fane opened it, and walked into a huge closet with built-in drawers all along one wall. The back wall had a clothing bar across the top. Along the right side of the closet were various sizes of shelves from floor to ceiling. All in all, it was quite a sight there was even a built-in shoe rack along the bottom of the closet all the way around the perimeter.
Fane stepped out of the closet and turned right to go into the other door and walked into a spacious bathroom with a glassed-in shower and separate bathtub. There was a long marble counter top with a deep bowl sink. The mirror that hung above the sink was antique-looking with a large curved pewter frame. The floor was stone tiled, and the light fixtures on the wall were old-world style lanterns. The hanging light fixture featured electric candles in a metal circular frame. It was becoming more and more obvious that the Henrys were quite wealthy.
After checking out all of his new territory even in his human form Fane couldnt help seeing things as his territory or not he decided to take a shower and wash off the smell of crowded airports and unfamiliar people. He took his time enjoying the hot water and finally decided he was ready to go to bed.
His final thought of the night was of Jacque's emerald eyes. He couldnt see the color of her hair because he had never gotten past her eyes. The shock of who and what she was had distracted him. Still, those emerald eyes led him to sleep.
Chapter 3
The morning sunlight shone into Jacques room as she yawned noisily and stretched her limbs. She glanced over to where Sally and Jen had fallen asleep and saw they were snoozing soundly. Ill let them sleep while I get a shower, she thought. She still had things she needed to process from her encounter with hottie from across the street.
Judging from the look on her face, she had heard him, and for a minute he thought she just might pass out from shock. Further confirming that she was his mate, he could feel her distress and confusion. But he knew she would be fine, she was strong. She had to be because she was the mate of an Alpha and she was to be his Luna. She was so named because she, like the moon, had a pull over many things she had power that other female Greys did not.
Fane turned and, ignoring his wolf's instincts to go to her, walked up to the house, so breaking the gaze that had locked them together. As he knocked on the door, he couldnt help himself and sent her another thought, one to assure her this encounter wasnt their last.
Soon, he thought, and once again felt her confusion.
The Henrys were the family he would be living with for the next year the host family was what they were called in the exchange program. This was the first time he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how young they were. They both looked to be in their early thirties. Mr. Henry was a little shorter than Fane and had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He was thin, like a runner, and had a friendly face. Mrs. Henry was much shorter, with dark brown hair and pale brown eyes. She was average in size, neither heavy nor thin, and had a short, cute nose and rose-colored cheeks.
Welcome to our home, Fane, Mrs. Henry said, reaching out to hug him.
Fane was a little surprised, as he knew Americans to be stand-offish when it came to touching. But he found comfort in the touch and sank into that feeling.
Mr. Henry held out his hand and Fane responded by shaking it. We are very glad to have you here with us, Mr. Henry said.
Thank you for allowing me to stay in your home. I appreciate your generosity greatly, Fane said sincerely.
You must be tired from your long trip. Why dont we show you your room and let you get settled for the night. If you're hungry, I can show you the kitchen and you're welcome to help yourself to anything you find. We can visit more tomorrow and get better acquainted once you have rested, said Mrs. Henry kindly.
Fane followed them both upstairs and they went down a long hall, passing several doors. We'll give you the full tour tomorrow, Mr. Henry told Fane.
That was fine with Fane. He was very tired, but his brain was going ninety to nothing thinking about what he had just discovered. The wolf inside was restless knowing that his mate, who he possibly could've had to wait an eternity for, was just across the street.
Finally at the end of the hall, at the last door on the left, Mrs. Henry stepped aside and said, Here is your room. We took the liberty of decorating it a bit, but you are welcometo change it anyway you like. So we'll leave you to it. Sleep tight.
Mulumesc, he stated formally. The Henrys looked at him quizzically. Oh, that means thank you in Romanian. Sometimes I forget and start speaking my native language, forgive me.
Oh, no. Thats great, Fane, Mrs. Henry said. I would love to learn your language and culture. Please feel free to use it anytime you want.
Well then, mulumesc and noapte bun which means good night, Fane told them.
With that, the Henrys turned and walked away, leaving Fane to explore his new territory.
He walked into his room and immediately felt at home. They had inadvertently decorated his room in winter tones with wolves as the dominate theme. How fitting, Fane thought. The walls were painted a white that glistened like snow and one had a mural of a winter forest; in the distance there was a wolf on a snowy hill, his head tilted to the sky in a lonely howl. The bed was a full-size with a thick blue comforter and lots of pillows.
To the left of the bedroom door was another door. Fane opened it, and walked into a huge closet with built-in drawers all along one wall. The back wall had a clothing bar across the top. Along the right side of the closet were various sizes of shelves from floor to ceiling. All in all, it was quite a sight there was even a built-in shoe rack along the bottom of the closet all the way around the perimeter.
Fane stepped out of the closet and turned right to go into the other door and walked into a spacious bathroom with a glassed-in shower and separate bathtub. There was a long marble counter top with a deep bowl sink. The mirror that hung above the sink was antique-looking with a large curved pewter frame. The floor was stone tiled, and the light fixtures on the wall were old-world style lanterns. The hanging light fixture featured electric candles in a metal circular frame. It was becoming more and more obvious that the Henrys were quite wealthy.
After checking out all of his new territory even in his human form Fane couldnt help seeing things as his territory or not he decided to take a shower and wash off the smell of crowded airports and unfamiliar people. He took his time enjoying the hot water and finally decided he was ready to go to bed.
His final thought of the night was of Jacque's emerald eyes. He couldnt see the color of her hair because he had never gotten past her eyes. The shock of who and what she was had distracted him. Still, those emerald eyes led him to sleep.
Chapter 3
The morning sunlight shone into Jacques room as she yawned noisily and stretched her limbs. She glanced over to where Sally and Jen had fallen asleep and saw they were snoozing soundly. Ill let them sleep while I get a shower, she thought. She still had things she needed to process from her encounter with hottie from across the street.
