The Twilight Circle

Olathe is a werewolf, and a damn pretty one, too (On the front cover :P). Her name actually means beautiful. But when she meets a stranger, her life begins to stir up. Things are turned upside down! In this crazy life of hers, four men are each fighting for the right to claim her as their own. Some girls would dream of this; but circumstances are not on Olathe's side.
~The first compelling novel in the Grey Wolves series~


18. Meeting Dad

I'm hyperventilating.

First, I ace the 'exams', then I call out Desdemona -without punishing her, sadly-, I meet Dante, who I sort of started liking, and now I have a soulmate?! I think, breathing shallowly, and quickly.

The word 'soulmate' brings back a flashback of what I learned when I was just a pup...


"Now, can anyone tell me what a soulmate is?" My mother asks Adonis, Desdemona and I. Being the goody-goody, Desdemona stuck up her hand.

"A soul mate is the other half of a werewolf's soul. It means they are the perfect pair, and are bound to be together, as mates."

My mother nods her approval. "That is correct..."


I shake my head, not willing to believe it. And yet, Faolan was laying quietly on my shoulder, staring up at me. I sigh. "... Can you take me home?" I ask softly, my heart already aching at the thought of him leaving. I bite my lip. Get a hold of yourself, Olathe! I think, taking a deep breath.

"Of course." Faolan replies quietly, standing up. "Come with me."


I walk behind Faolan as he leads me down an unfamiliar trail, in an unfamilar forest, towards an unfamiliar destination. Faolan is barefoot, and his steps are silent, thanks to his predatory side, which enables him to stalk prey. I'm wearing shoes, so my steps are as ungraceful as a regular humans. Sighing, I sit for a few moments, and pull them off. Standing again, I pick up my shoes and run to catch up with my mate. Did I just call him my...? I sigh silently. Might as well get used to it. My footsteps are just as silent as Faolan's now, and we barely make a sound the whole trail.




Faolan makes a right as we reach a sidewalk. I have to quickly pull on my shoes again, as the concrete will most likely burn my feet. Faolan seems unaffected. I trail behind him for a bit longer, and...

Gasp at the vehical we stand infront of..


Holy shit! A ferrari?! My jaw drops. I'm sure I must look rediculous, because Faolan takes one look at my face and starts laughing. He places one gentle hand under my jaw, and lifts my chin. "... You're adorable." He says quietly, so softly I doubt he knows I heard. But, I won't say anything... For now.

I step into the passenger seat of the ferrari. I grin and snuggle into the leather interier, closing my eyes briefly at the luxurious feel.

When I open my eyes again, Faolan is putting on a pair of Nikes. "Okay, how did shoes appear out of nowhere? Can you do that with heels?!" I blubber.

Faolan grins. "Women."




After about an hour of driving, and stopping for directions - which Faolan hated - we finally arrived at my house. I stepped out of the car, only to find my father opening the door. He smiled at me, then froze, sensing Faolan. He begins to growl. "Dad!" I shriek, as Faolan steps out of the car. He seems to tense up as well. Eventually, he relaxes, and approaches wearily.

"... Mr De Lune?" He asks politely.

My father's gaze hardens. "Dad," I whisper, "be nice." He seems to ignore me though.

"You had no right to be within ten metres of my daughter!" He shouts ferociously, every inch of him over-protective. This ignites someting at Faolan - probably the fact that he was forbidden to be with his mate - and he opens his mouth to yell something, as I rush over and place a tentative hand on his shoulder. Faolan calms slightly, but when he looks into my eyes, and trace of anger has disappeared.

No way, I think, I can have this effect on somebody? On an alpha?! An ADULT?! I think my lips quirk up, because he smiles at me gingerly.

But when I look at my dad, he looks pissed.


"... Shit."

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