Wolf Child

Chapter 2

My mother, Aries, met my father, Callamas, when she was on holiday in Paris with her best friends Amalie Deanmanas and Rosanna Elana. Ever since my mother was younger, she wanted to go to Paris, hoping that she would find 'love at first sight' and, well, that happened.  

I pulled myself back, away from his grip as I looked into his bright yellow eyes, hauntingly close to a wolf. He kept a firm grip on my wrist as I tried to pull away, wrenching me back. He held me to his chest and whispered,

"I think you might want your suitcase." He laughed as I went to grab my case from his hand. Pulling it away he pushed me to my feet and let me twirl into Amalie's arms. She threw me off her, my short black skirt twirled as I stumbled to my feet. I turned to face the yellow eyed, black haired man who gripped my suitcase in his left hand and an unlit cigarette in his right.

"Can I have my suitcase..." I was interrupted as he spoke to Amalie.

"Hey, can I borrow your lighter? Mine just broke." He smiled a sickly smile, showing pearly white teeth hidden beneath his perfectly ratioed wicked to romantic grin. Amalie handed over her skull lighter, watching him curiously as he covered the cigarette with one hand and lit it with the other. I ran under his arm, dragging my suitcase behind me.

"Thank you very much..." I sniped. Or at least I started to. He watched me with inquisitive eyes, his grin stretched from here to Tokyo.

"Callamas" He answered, "Callamas Sasuranie."

"Why do you smoke Cal?" Amalie broke our silenced stare, causing him to turn around. She blew her cigarette out of the window before crumpling it under her foot.

"I deal with anxiety," He explained, very openly for a stranger. "I takes my mind off it." He glanced over his shoulder to watch me walk round to stand beside Rosanna.

"Explains a lot. By the way, I'm Amalie, that's Rosanna and the one you were teasing was Aries." Amalie flicked head towards the clock, checking the time. "Five minutes guys."

"Where you off to?" His question was innocent, and his gaze was... calm.

"Paris!" Rosanna sang at the top of her lungs before receiving an elbow to her rib, "Ow!"

"Then shut up!" Amalie growled, obviously back to her normal self, the independent, badass, leader.

'Call for all wishing to board flight 22 to Paris, the plane will take off in 5 minutes, please make your way to the gate. Thank you."

"Well then, this is goodbye." I waved as we began to set off towards the gate, only to realize that Callamas was following us, I took a deep breath, let out a long sigh and continued my way. We boarded the plane and sat down on the plane in one of the 4 seats that we had booked. It was the only place where we could all sit together. Someone else had booked the seat beside us only minutes after.

We settled down, Amalie threw our bags into the overhead bays and Rosanna was quick to nab the window seat. I puled out my phone and read a text from my Mum as Amalie sat with her headphones in and Rosanna began to read her online novel.

The message read:

'Enjoy your holiday dear, stay safe and have fun <3 xxx'

Oh God, not again, My Mum tended to put '<3' at the end of her messages.

I responded:

'Will do Mum, love you xoxox',

Then turned off my phone.

Closing my eyes, I heard someone shuffle beside me, Amalie was silent and still, asleep listening to her music and Rosanna was still reading so it meant that the other person who had booked the seat after us was here.

"Well then, we do meet again my little angel." Callamas placed a hand on my leg and I stifled a groan of disappointment and yet, amusement at the same time.

"Can't get away, can I?" I asked as I curled against him, my head resting on his shoulder as her hushed me off to sleep.

What can I say, it was...?

Love at first sight

Callamas Sasuranie