I jump out of bed as I heard a blood curdling screaming. It’s from the mouth of my nephew. I look around the room. But I find no signs of danger, but then I hear the scream again.
I run downstairs fast, and into his room. He isn’t there. The room looks untouched.
I quickly race to the living room. My nephew is laying on the floor, screaming with tears running down his cheeks. Serenity is in the kitchen, making breakfast and looking as stressed as ever.
“What is going on?” I ask her, my heart is still beating heavily.
She looks up from the pan on the stove. “He’s been carrying on like this ever since Nick left this morning.”
I look at her confusedly. She sighs. “Nick got a call late last night, from an ambassador to the King. They informed us that the Prince is looking for his mate, and he would be visiting our pack in the next few days. Nick went to do some preparing work.”
I nod, understanding what she said. It made a lot more sense now. I look back at my nephew, who has calmed down a little now. There’s still tear in his eyes.
He sits up and reaches his arms up for me. I smile and pick him up.
“Ugh. Geez. Why didn’t I think of that? Nick and you are practically the same person.” I laugh. I hear this a lot. Though Nick and I don’t look alike, we are very similar in terms of behaviour and actions.
Serenity’s eyes glaze over for a moment. Mind-link. Then she comes out of her trace and looks at me. “Nick just told me that the Prince should be here by tomorrow night,”
I nod. It is not my concern really. I’ve only seen the Prince once, when I was very young. He’s not that much older than me. What I remember most about him is his warm, inviting brown eyes.
“Well I better get ready for my rounds today. I think I’m meeting Stanley today for a swim by the waterfall.”
I set down Nick Jr. His name is fitting, seeing he’s just like his father.
I had a feeling the day was going to be hot, and muggy so I decided on just light clothes for the day. I pack my backpack with water, and my swim gear. I head over to the pack house to meet with Stanley.
I find him laying on his bed, in swim trunks. “What’s going on, Stanley?”
He shrugs, eyes glued on his phone. I sigh, and look around his room. I’ve been here a million times. Sleepovers, fighting, crying. The usual. I playfully kick his stomach. “Come on Stanley. I want to swim before it gets too hot, and everyone shows up.”
He groans and gets up. We head towards the backyard, and take one of the golf carts to the waterfall. Our pack is set up like a campground. Everything is within walking distance, but isn’t of campers or tents, it’s houses. I love my pack. It’s so beautiful here.
After swimming for about an hour, Stanley and I decide to head back and do chores for the day. Everyone has to pitch in one way or another. That’s how our pack runs. Everyone helps.
I was in the middle of running the board for patrol when we spot a couple of cars heading towards the south entrance. Who are they? We weren’t expecting anyone until tomorrow.
But sure enough. The cars had the Royal pack markings on the side.
-Nick. It seems our guest have arrived early-
-Damn it! I knew this was going to happen-
The cars stop in front of the gate. A guard jumps out of the first car. He looks to be a ‘Higher Up’. Higher status than most. Personal guard maybe.
“State your name and business with my pack.” Pack warrior, Max says with a hard stare.
The guard looks at us, and then chuckles. “We are here on the count of the Prince. He is looking for his mate. We demand you open these gates and let us proceed to our business here.”
Max’s eyes flare as he gets a mind-link. Probably from Nick. He nods his head as if he’s actually in front of Nick.
Max lifts his hand, and motions for one of our guards to open the gate. The Royal guard smirks, and gets back in his car. They drive into our land. They are six cars in total. I wonder which one the amazing scent is coming from.
After we finish up patrol and switch with the next group, I head back to my house to take a shower and change. Apparently Nick is having a huge dinner for the Prince tonight, but it’s already started. No point in showing up late, and making a fool of myself.
I just put on some of my comfy clothes, and feast on the leftovers we had in the fridge. About 20 minutes after dinner, I decide to go for a walk. You know, to get off the calories I just ate.
The wind nips at my cheeks as I walk through the pack. The parts that are usually alive with laugher and light, are a little dull because everyone is at the dinner. I made my way down to the river, the outdoor lights, illumining the path for me.
I stick my feet into the cold water, and sit down; watching the moon. It’s only a few minutes until I hear some rustling from the trees. I jump up, and spin around.
“Who’s there?” I ask out loud.
More rustling.
“WHO’S THERE?” I ask a bit louder this time.
Suddenly the sweet scent that I smelled earlier, hits me straight in the face. It smells wonderful. I’ve never smelt anything like it. The only way to describe it is, it smells like hazelnut, and…starbucks?
A man steps out from behind the trees.
“Who are you?” I ask immediately.
He glances up at me. First thing I notice is his warm, welcoming brown eyes.
“I’m George. Prince George.”