Surrendering to Heat

Chapter 8: The Pack

(Explanation for the pic. up above: Black wolf = Devon, Silly wolf on the ground = Jared, Wolf underneath Jared = Alice, Light wolf staring at Alice = Sierra, Wolf to the far right = Caine)

- - Angelina Harte - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Damien and I walk into a big, open dome-shaped pavillion with different vendors of food. This place reminds me of a marketplace, except there aren't any raw fruits and vegetables. Wait...they have that here too. How fancy, never underestimate a school for the wealthy.

I glance down at our interlocked fingers. Swallowing hard at the enormity of this small gesture. By taking his hand, I accepted him as my mate although he probably doesn't realize that. He probably has no idea what I am, or that I know what he is. I know that he's definitely wolf...very dominant from the way people scatter when we near.

I look around the pavillion. Most everyone, is staring at Damien and I. He is a dominant wolf, so this would usually be normal. But there's an intensity that's different from the usual stares. The females are either glaring at me, or gossiping about me. The males are either ogling me, scared of Damien, or gossiping. Sometimes, all of the above. We must be the main story for the rumor mill right now. The students fall silent and simply stare whenever we walk past.

Goddess...I wonder if Cam has heard...

What would I say to him?

Hey so...first day of school and all but I found a boyfriend. He kissed me after we first met, so now we're together...?

That sounds bad, really really bad. I need a better excuse...a better story. Maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty to grab Damien's hand. I could've avoided him for another week...or two...saved myself the trouble that's soon to come.

But I know that none of that matters now. From the moment we met, it was too late. The die has already been cast as the saying goes, I can't take it back anymore.

While I was lost in my thoughts, trying to think up something to tell Cam, Damien had been dutifully piling up food onto a large plate. Once the smell hit me, my stomach started growling loudly. He chuckles when he hears it. Wow, that looks good. I want me some of that. Cam forgotten, I try to let go of Damien's hand.

Tugs

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get you to let go of my hand."

"Why?"

"Because I want to get some food. I'm starving now that all this food's in front of me."

Damien smiles. He likes a girl with a good appetite. "You don't have to go. I got all this food for us. Did you think I got all of this just for me?"

I smile, happy that he thought of me. I'm a big girl though, "Honestly? Yes, you're a big guy. I bet you can pack all of that in 20 minutes flat. I want to choose some of the food too. The food options here are way better than my last school."

"True. I guess you're right. But don't let go of my hand mon ange. I'm not relenting on that." He says firmly.

I purse my lips, giving his answer some thought. To be difficult or not to be difficult...? Food is more important. "All right. C'mon then."

I drag him to a pastry stand, a cake stand, a chocolate stand, and a cotton candy stand. Damien wouldn't let me pay for anything, so I got a little angry (It wasn't the 19th century or something. Girls can pay for their own stuff.) and went overboard on the dessert grabbing. So sue me. It's not like it's bad that the only thing I eat is dessert. He also promised to buy me ice cream later...said it'd melt if I grab it now or something...