Melody of The Wolf {Soulmate Series: Book 1}

Chapter Two

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CHICAGO

-Salt Lake City, Utah-

                “Stop being so stubborn, Chicago,” my manager, Tony, complained through the hotel door as I snuggled further and further into my blankets. I was supposed to be on the road, but who wants to leave a warm bed at five am to go travelling to another arena? Oops, am I meant to say that? Come on, I’m human too!

                “Five more minutes,” I groaned, but it didn’t seem loud and audible enough for anyone to hear.

                “I’m coming in, Chicago,” I heard my bassist, Paul, say before I heard the unlocking of a door and it swing open.

                “Go away,” I mumbled.

                “You shouldn’t have stayed awake until three am,” Tony said. I sat up and looked over at them with a stare that could probably kill if I had lazer beams coming out of my eyes.

                “Please, guys, do you know when the last time I slept in was?” I questioned, “do you not want to sleep too?”

                “Sunday and, yes, but we have to go,” Paul sighed waving his hands in the direction of the door.

                “Okay, okay,” I gave up, “just let me get up and dressed.”

                The two men nodded and left the room, leaving me to get ready. By getting ready, all I had to do was… pack all my things up that were scattered all over the floor, brush my tatty long brown hair, place a hat over that and then put my Ugg’s on. I couldn’t be bothered getting changed out of my pyjamas, why would I need to? I wouldn’t. IT WAS FIVE AM! Near-about anyway.

                About ten minutes later, I walked out of my room where Paul was leaning against the wall. He smirked at me, looked me up and down and then put in arm around my shoulder. I playfully shoved him away and we left the hotel. Unfortunately, I was mobbed with paparazzi, which was pretty unusual.

                What happened at yesterday’s gig?

            Who pushed you?

            Did you fall on purpose?

            I rolled my eyes as I climbed into the tour bus and sighed with relief once we’d set off on the road again. I climbed into the bus bed and closed my eyes. I know I didn’t get a wink of sleep because the guys were talking loudly, on purpose, and laughing about stupid things in the lounge area of the bus downstairs. I decided to go down and yell at them, but obviously yelling wouldn’t work because they all began laughing their heads off at my annoyed face.

            “Please, guys, I’m so tired!” I told them.

            “Chicago, you can sleep later,” Ricky, my guitarist, told me and patted the chair next to him, “come join us.”

            I rolled my eyes at them and did just that. They began talking about football and things that I definitely was not interested in nor would I ever be really. There are a lot of things that people don’t know about me like the fact that I love shopping though I do it rarely; I am pretty girly, though most of my time is spent around guys and, of course the biggest thing, is that I am a werewolf. Sounds stupid, I know. I can’t exactly prove it, but I can shift into a wolf. The whole full moon thing is a load of crap, but it is when us wolves are at our strongest. The last time I shifted was when I lived at home about two years or so ago, and that’s meant to be a bad thing.