The She-Wolf's Eyes

Chapter 2

Chapter Two.

Papers were scattered across my bed and my laptop was at the center with what I had of my essay shinning brightly. My room was my haven with walls painted blue and few glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. On the walls, I had a vintage poster of the only opera I've ever liked, La bohème. I also had Claude Monet's Water Lilies, along with band posters. Beside my bed was a large book shelf that almost reached the ceiling, holding books from Great Expectations to Slaughter House Five; and a small collection of vinyls ranging from Glen Miller to Arctic Monkeys. My mom called my room a bohemian's paradise.

I sat on my bed, in front of my laptop, with my legs crossed. I was hunched over, my eyes focused on the bright screen while my fingers typed rapidly and furiously. I had a copy of An Enemy of the People balanced on my lap, using my knee as a bookmark. I only had one paragraph left to write and then I was done.

Only a day had passed since I discovered that Ethan Chase was my mate. Since then, I had been replaying the scene over and over in my head. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop stop thinking about it. It irked me to no end.

He was Ethan Chase of the Daica pack, son of Alpha Connor Chase. Alpha Jason Wyatt, my uncle, hated their pack. He claimed that the Daica pack was full of the most pompous werewolves he has ever seen. I didn't disagree with him -- I have witnessed how some of them act in school. My tolerance for stupidity was low and they kept proving that.

The Daica pack is one of the strongest and oldest packs in North America. Like all werewolves, they originated from Romania and through the years, they migrated throughout all of Europe before ending up in the States. They were all proud of their heritage, so much that they even think themselves superior.

Though they may show some respect for my pack, Luminita, they still didn't agree with our background. In fourteenth century Romania, three rogue siblings broke away from their pack and decided to create one of their own, one that didn't follow all of the Elder's rules.

The Elders were a council of the oldest werewolves; though no the originals, they have lived for centuries. If packs were the state governments, then the Elders were the national government. Though, the Elders didn't have much power over the packs in North America as they probably did in Europe, being that they live in an old castle in Transylvania.

Finally done with my essay, I pressed 'save' before plopping down on my bed. I sighed as I allowed Ethan to consume my thoughts. Tomorrow was school and my wolf was itching to see her mate again. I, on the other hand, was dreading it.

Of all the werewolves in the world, fate had to pair me up with Ethan Chase. Not only was he the future alpha of the Daica pack, but he was also the big popular guy at school. He was captain of the hockey team and had a reputation of being a player.

What a cliche.

There must be a reason fate chose him for us, my wolf said.

What? Sarcasm was evident in my tone. To make him less of an asshole than he already is?

An image of a little boy with messy dark hair and a loop-sided grin popped into my head. The memory was a bit hazy but it still stunned me how much that sweet little nine year old boy changed. I remembered those days -- I used to sport glasses and braces before hitting puberty. In those days, we were completely oblivious about the pack rivalry. We used to share colored pencils and help each other solve though math problems.

That was elementary school.

Maybe he's still the same, my wolf said with a bit of hope.