The shade of werewolf

3

       I say goodbye to my parents. It's a heart felt goodbye, but none of us get truly upset for leaving. Every bird has got to leave the nest sometime and explore, but that doesn't mean they won't come back and visit. Plus, Calvin promised that I could come back and see them in two weeks. He had to come back anyways.

The car boards the turnpike. I lean my head against the window and try to think about where we're going. Suddenly I feel Calvin's two arms wrap around my torso and pull me against his chest. I breath out as a sensation of tingles runs through my body at the touch of him. I relax instantly.

I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. "How old are you?" Calvin asks, he looks down at my face and I have to tilt my head up.

"Seventeen, why?" Asking him why was a stupid question. Of course he has to know things about me.

"You know that I'm old enough to be your great great great grandfather, correct?" Calvin furrows his eyebrows. I'm well educated on the Royal family. At least, about the past. Calvin is the only Lycan left in the world. He's half human, half beast. He was created and not born, which gave him the ability to remain the same age forever.

"You're not my great grandfather though, right?" I blink. Calvin rolls his eyes and shakes his head against my idiotic question. I was only kidding. As far as anyone knows Calvin has no kids.

"I'm not your grandfather." Calvin chuckles. He runs his fingers through my hair and gently down my neck. I close my eyes and let out a breath.

"Try and stay awake, sweetheart. We'll be getting home at nine and I want you to be able to sleep when we get there." He says softly, pulling his hands away from me that we're soothing me to sleep. A frown sets on my lips and I sit up completely.

"Don't do that." Calvin utters, he presses a finger under my chin an tilts my head towards him. The simple action leaves my skin burning for his touch. No wonder my friends always told me that they felt this sensation that made them want to jump their bones. He smiles and leans into my face, giving me a gentle kiss I close my eyes as feelings I've never felt run through my body. His hands dig into my sides roughly and he acts as if he has to force himself to stop kissing me. If we're to be honest, I didn't mind kissing him.

Calvin looks at the gold watch on his wrist and let's out a breath. "Do you want to stop and get some dinner? My house is only a mile from here." He offers. I nod my head. Of course I want some food. He had bought some burgers for lunch earlier but that was a few hours ago.

I feel as if I'm always hungry. At least, that I'm always in the mood for some good tasting food. That sounds pretty relevant. My mom always said that a wolf eats a lot, but I don't eat a lot, I just eat less during every meal and have more snacks throughout the day.

"Do you like Chinese?" Calvin suggests a restaurant in the shopping centre. Chinese is probably my favorite type of food. Orange chicken is my all time favorite. Calvin grins, "you're really easy to buy for." Is that a good thing?

"Is that bad?" I ask out loud. I feel self conscious about myself now. I've never grown up asking my mom for expensive things or being spoiled rotten. Hell, I've never done most things a teenager my age has already done. Like sex. My mom let me go out with boys because she believed I would do everything she said not to do if she told me to. Plus, she has a lot of trust in me. I mean, she raised me to be a good person to others.

"Of course not, but I'll buy you anything your little heart desires, Gray." He smiles cupping my cheeks and pulling my face closer to his. He plants a kiss on my lips and pulls away before I have time to react. I smile at the way he was holding me so close to him. "Like if you told me you wanted Belgium waffles for breakfast, we'd be on a plane heading to belgium." He smiles and I smile back.

"I don't need anything fancy." I say, furrowing my eyebrows. "I just want some orange chicken." I smile. Calvin smiles back at me.

"I'm totally going to spoil you." He says softly. I feel his fingers run through my hair and tugs at the ends softly. When he tugs a little harder and pulls my head back my lips part lightly. "But for right now, I just want to get home." He utters. I'm completely exhausted from today. I couldn't agree more.

When we get to his home, our bellies are full of fried rice and chicken. This only makes me feel more tired than before. I'm snuggled against Calvin's side, and I'm nearly asleep.

He lifts me up like a groom would do to his new bride. I sigh and keep my head against his chest. He carries me into a room just down the hall from the front door and sets me on the bed.

A smell surrounds me as i sit in the room. It's Calvin's room. Along the walls are pictures, some dating back as far as when the camera was invented. I looked at the pictures for awhile, until Calvin's voice pulled me back to him.

"Do you want something to sleep in?" Calvin asks. He tugs his shirt over his head revealing his toned body. I have to advert my eyes. He's been working on it for centuries, so obviously it's going to be nice. I choke on my words.

"Yes or no?" He asks, holding out the shirt he had worn today in his hands. A smile is playing on his lips.

I contemplate. I'm wearing a hoodie and some skinny jeans. Would a shirt be better than choking to death on the hood of my top? Yes. "Yeah." I say softly. I'm wearing underwear, so it's not like I'll be naked. Plus, he's a lot bigger than me. Calvin grins, and tosses he shirt my way. I sit frozen when he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off leaving him in his underwear.

"I don't think-" I start to tell him that this is a bad idea. Calvin rolls his eyes. "It's fine." He assures me.

"Okay." I mutter softly. "Just don't look." I say. Calvin furrows his eyebrows. Of course he's confused. "Please." I beg. As happy as I am that I found my mate and I'm with him, I'm still not comfortable with being naked in front of anyone. He let's out a breath but listened to my request and turns away from me. I'm quick to tug the hoodie from my head and change it with the shirt. The smell hits me like a brick. It's comforting. I shimmy out of my jeans and tug the shirt as far as it can go down. I've always had a problem with my bottom being a little too big. I hate it.

"Okay," I mumble slipping underneath the blankets. Calvin turns and frowns because of the fact I'm hiding myself from him. He shuts the light off and climbs into bed next to me. I face away from him and snuggle into the blankets. I was almost asleep when he wraps an arm around my lower stomach and pulls me against his chest. My shirt has risen up and I can feel his abdominal muscles on my back. I sigh, "goodnight, little wolf." Calvin mumbles. Little wolf?