The Reincarnated (Book 2A of Wolfcreek Series)

Chapter 9

All too soon, the real world came crashing down, and I groaned in annoyance because I knew that I had to go back to the real world and away from my wolf's sweet embrace. I huffed and shifted away from the wolf, and the wolf behind me raised an eyebrow in question.

He lifted his head and stared at me with pricked ears. Worry filled his eyes, and I could tell that he didn't like me upset. He whined and cocked his head, asking me what was wrong.

"I hate school," I said, scowling while I sat up. I grabbed my bag and pulled out some of my school work and planner to set important dates in because I could be super scattered brained sometimes. "Also, why do teachers love to give homework on the first day of school? Don't they know that we have to get acclimated with thinking about school stuff, again?" I narrowed my eyes at the amount of work that I had to do. "I mean like, come on. This isn't fair."

He chuckled and laid his head down on his paws. His whole body grew relaxed, and I could tell that he was glad that it wasn't anything bad that crossed my mind except for school. He had one eye opened and watched me put in important dates into my planner while he rested the other eye.

"Fun," I mumbled, pursing my lips in disgust after I had marked down a month of homework stuff. "I have five tests in one day out of seven classes." I sighed and shook my head before I pursed my lips further. "At least one test is in French, and I can speak fluent French." I set my paperwork down and looked at my wolf. "Why do I have to take a language class?" I asked. "I mean, they only offer Spanish and French at the school, and I know both." I smiled and shook my head. "I had a very heated conversation in French about this with Mr. Brickson." I shrugged. "Though he was the one that was listening while I talked." I shook my head and smiled, amused, and proud. "I freaked out the French teacher."

The wolf raised an eyebrow and looked amused because I had freaked out the French teacher and was proud of it. He cocked his head and silently asked how I had scared the French teacher.

I paused, putting the dates into my planner, and looked at him innocently. "It wasn't my fault," I said innocently, and the wolf gave me a look that told me he didn't believe me. "Ch- Mr. Brickson and I have the same lunch period, and I normally eat in his classroom or office, wherever he sets himself for lunch because I have... more acute senses than normal people?" I shrugged and grimaced. "So, ya. I can't eat lunch in the lunchroom."

I sighed and shook my head. "Anyway, I was ranting to him about how the school should offer more choices or the option of having the foreign language option completed for graduation, and she walked into the classroom. She didn't expect me to be there, talking in French, especially since I hadn't really said a word in her class because her class was before my lunch period."

He nodded and stayed silent before he chuckled. He sighed and moved his body closer around me so that I was more or less in his warm embrace, and I felt at peace and comforted, knowing that he was there.

"It also doesn't help that I don't know anyone there," I added, pursing my lips. I shrugged. "Except for Charlie, well Mr. Brickson, who had come from the same school as me." I sighed and moved a hand through my hair, feeling tired, and wanting to just nap already. "A guy named Bryson became a friend of mine over the summer, but to be honest, I think he is a little weird."

The wolf lifted his head and looked at me with his clear blue eyes that kept reminding me of a certain someone I knew a long time ago. Curiosity filled his eyes, and he cocked his head, asking me how I thought he was weird.

I shrugged and looked away from him, not able to hold his gaze any longer. "He keeps giving me these soft side glances," I replied, "when he thinks I'm not paying attention to him. And there had been times when he catches himself saying something that starts with a 'm' every so often." I stopped writing in my planner and furrowed my brows. "I think he keeps trying to call me "mom," but I don't know why."

The wolf's eyes grew softer, and he nodded. He laid his head back on his paws, and I had a slight suspicion that he knew why Bryson was trying to call me "mom."

I narrowed my eyes at the wolf, and he raised an eyebrow in question. "You know," I said, and he raised his eyebrow higher before he cocked his head. I studied the wolf, daring him to lie to me. "You know why he tries to call me "mom," don't you?"

The wolf studied me further and made no movement to neither confirm nor deny what I had said. Finally, he sighed and slowly nodded, telling me that he did know why Bryson kept trying to call me "mom," and my heart skipped a beat while it filled with excitement.

"Are you going to tell me?" I asked, and he shook his head, no, killing the excitement that had been building in my chest. I sighed and nodded before I moved a hand across my face, feeling exhausted and defeated because I had no idea how I was going to know. "Will I ever find out?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I cleared my throat and licked my lips, letting the wolf see the pain and the confusion that I had been trying to keep hidden ever since Bryson and I had started talking. "Will I ever find out why?"

The wolf studied me, his gaze growing softer. He didn't say a word, didn't make any movement, while he studied me. Still, his whole body was relaxed, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on through this male's brain.

The wolf heaved a sad sigh, and my heart seemed to break in two because it seemed like he didn't know the answer to that question. However, he did something that shocked me and sent a shiver through my spine in either excitement or fear; I couldn't tell which.

He nodded.