My Werewolf Prince

Chapter 4

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Cameron

  The week passed by in a blur and suddenly it was Saturday. To other people my age, this was the day you got to chill out, not worry about school, hang out with friends. Not me. On most occasions, I dreaded this day. Why? It was the day of the pack meeting.  

  Most werewolves attending assume I love being there. After all, I was the Alpha's son, the top of the top. But they don't realise the pressure that you get along with the title. I had to pretend I was perfect, that I never made a mistake. I was expected to lead effortlessly, call all the shots when in reality, I had no idea how to take care of a pack.  

  To top it all off, Grace still refused to talk to me. In fact, she steered clear of me all week, making sure to avoid eye contact whenever I was in the room. I had thought we were making progress that day in maths class, but Grace only communicated with me when she was asking me something like "Can you please pass me my eraser? It's on the floor next to your desk.".

  I had tried everything in the book, from persistently bugging her to completely ignoring her, not that there was much ignoring; she never even tried to approach me. I was going crazy not knowing how she felt, while constantly thinking about her.

I tried asking Justin for advice on how to get a girl to notice you, since this was his area of expertise. He replied, "If a girl still doesn't know you're there, it means she's not interested." That piece of information was clearly not helpful as Grace wasn't just some girl I could forget about. 

  I needed a plan, and fast.

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  Pack meetings were always held at a hall that was specially built for this occasion. My house was too small to fit hundreds of werewolves and their families, but the hall had enough space. Built on my family's property, it was similar to kind of hall that schools host assemblies in, with chairs lined neatly in rows and a stage with a podium and microphone for the speaker. 

  Part of my role as the Alpha's son, I had to stand at the doorway, welcoming greeting people who entered as well as making sure everybody in our pack attended. My little sister of nine years, Claire, also stood at the doorway along with my 12 year old brother, Liam. To any outsider, we were the perfect family. We weren't but that didn't mean our family was extremely close with each other.

  I caught sight of Zach, with his huge family of six other siblings. He shot me a look screaming "Save me!" as he carried a baby on one hand while a toddler clutched his hand. I bit back a smile, Zach always complained about how he had to look after his younger brothers and sisters. 

  As the stream of people steadily rushed in, I noticed some unfamiliar faces. Leaning over to Liam, I whispered in his ear, "What's going on? I don't recognize some people here." Was something important happening tonight?

  "You know Alpha Brett's pack? The one who's our enemy?" he asked. I nodded in reply. "Well, our packs are trying to  make peace with each other, so we're having one pack meeting." he explained. I drew back, dumbfounded. How on Earth can we possibly make peace with the one pack who we have shunned for generations? Liam shot me a sympathetic smile that I couldn't decipher. What was that about?

  All my unanswered questions melted away as I saw Alpha Brett advance towards the entrance with his wife, Kelsey, and an annoyed looking Grace. My heart jolted as I saw the one person who had been playing one my mind continuously throughout this week.