My Werewolf Prince

Chapter 9

I'm thinking of writing another story as well as My Werewolf Prince. It's going to be called the World... With My Worst Enemy. This is going to part of the romance/humour genre, not the werewolf one. MWP updates won't be delayed, as it is just more of a side story. I'll include the blurb of it at the bottom of the chapter. Please check it out!

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Grace

  As rays of the morning sun gently filtered through the thin fabric of the tent, I was already wide awake. I had spent the previous night tossing and turning, thinking about what I had said to Cameron last night. Had I done the right thing? I sincerely hoped so, although the look on his face had told me otherwise.

  Maybe you should have thought of that before you ripped his heart into shreds. Telling that voice inside my head to shut up, I prayed that what it said wasn't true. And besides, I doubt I had the ability to break anybody's heart.

   I hadn't meant make things awkward between us, I just wanted things to slow down a bit. I was not ready to date a guy I hardly knew, neither was I willing to become someone else's girlfriend just yet. For goodness sake, I hadn't even had my first kiss yet! There was no way I was just suddenly going to start acting all experienced. No, that was Kelsey's job.

   And maybe you should stop always trying to be like Kelsey. Once again, the voice was right. I should stop trying to measure up to her. We were different, and I had to accept it. For instance, she was a werewolf and I wasn't. She was always at the centre of everything. I remained inconspicuous and tried to not cause attention. Kelsey was pretty. I was sadly plain. Everybody wanted to be her, while nobody even knew who I was.

   Great job at cheering yourself up. You must have a gift, I feel better already. It turns out the inner me is extremely sarcastic too. But it was the truth. Guys like Cameron just didn't go for girls like me, even if there was some magical bond between them.

   I quickly got dressed and stepped outside, eager to spend less time alone. The crisp and clean air was a welcoming change to the stuffy city smog. Living next to untouched nature made everything seem calmer and so contrasting to the hectic life I was accustomed to, that it was hard to believe all of it was in the same area.

   Luke was already awake and cooking breakfast. He was always an early riser, ever since we were children and he used to tip icy cold water over me as an alarm clock. He said it was best to start the day ready instead of lazing around in bed. 

   I walked over and tapped him softly on the shoulder. "Hey you," I called softly. Still in the act of turning around, a grin was already plastered on his face. It was something I was instinctively beginning to return. 

   "Oh hey! Had a good night's sleep?" he greeted. He was in the process of heating up some canned food, and a delicious smell was wafting in the air. My stomach rumbled loudly, and I smiled sheepishly at him. We had been best friends for too long to be embarassed about these kind of things.

   "Something smells really good!" a loud voice stopped me from saying anything. Joey walked into the area his with his hair still mussed up from sleep. A bleary eyed Joe stumbled closely behind. Both of them sniffed the air, looking suspiciously like dogs. I guess that came from being wolves and all that.

 Luke winked discreetly at me. "That right, boys. Mamma's cooked you all a brekkie wrekkie." he cooed. Joey glared at him, getting the joke while his twin just blinked confusedly in the sunlight. Joe, deciding that he really didn't care any more, shrugged after a few seconds had passed. I stifled a laugh, cupping a hand over my mouth.