Ezekiel

The sound of the old man's laughter on the other line of the phone has my interest piqued. I can tell, from my spot I'm sitting at in the chair on the opposite side of her, that she is extremely close with the man. When my father told me we would be meeting a new addition to our pack, humans none the less, I couldn't help but lift my upper lip in a snarl. It's preposterous to think about.

Two human women, living amongst our kinds, I don't know what Arthur was thinking. These two have no idea the kind of world they have stepped into. My mother's kind, the werewolves, aren't the kind type. Us werewolves have a temper, some more than others. We wolf out at unexpected times, challenging one another for dominance quite often.

Don't get me started on my father's kind in our world. The witches and warlocks are nothing but conniving monsters during the day. Using our powers for a lot of manipulation, ways to get things to go how we like, and to get everything our way. Some even use it to their advantage for the small things.

I, myself, am half of each. I have the royal blood on both sides of the family. Our world, for the witches and warlocks, are made up of the four royal courts. Although, one has diminished immensely. There are Sebastian's, which is my frenemy Tiberius' family. They run things on the West Coast of America. The Barlowe's family, they control the Midwest. Unfortunately, they are the most annoying family out of everyone. Jizelle, the granddaughter to the one in charge is obsessed with me.

I roll my eyes just thinking about her. She's here somewhere tonight, I've been doing what I can to hide from her. Shaking my head, I rid thoughts of the annoyance, as I think of my family. The Whitlock's, we control the eastern shore. Which is why everyone has flown to our mansion, making themselves at home, to meet the newcomers. Speaking of which I listen in to the rest of her conversation.

"I'm good. I miss you though. How's Midnight doing?" Her eyes grow sad with the question.

"She's doing honey. I know she misses you riding her. Without you constantly getting her, she's stuck in the horse stall while I work." I see her shoulders slump from his words. I lean back in the chair, lifting one foot over my knee. I bring my hand up to my chin, relaxing with my head tilt to the side, studying her.

Her shoulders raise up as she places a fake smile on her face, "Well I better get going pops. I have more people to meet." She is trying to put on a brave face. Trick herself into thinking she will enjoy the rest of this evening meeting all these horrid beings.

"Okay, Annie Bananie. I love you with all my heart." I hear the old man's voice break on the last of his words. "I love you too pops." I can see she's trying to hold back tears, while she hangs up the phone. Once she is sitting there, alone in the dark, from her perspective anyway, she finally lets a tear drop fall. I watch as she wipes it from her cheek.

I shake my head in disgust at her human weakness. If she plans to survive in our world, she needs to develop a backbone. The people of our world are going to eat her up, chew her bones, and spit what's left of her out. There will be no way she will make it out alive once she starts at our boarding school.

I make a noise of disdain, causing her to jump in her seat. She turns in my direction, facing the man of her nightmares. A cruel smile forms along my lips. I can't help thinking of all the fun I will have with this pitiful human girl. I'm going to make her life a living hell for the next year.

"Who's there?" She jumps up from my father's chair, her hand at her chest. I can't hold back the laughter that falls from my mouth. Sitting up in the chair, I move my face into the moonlight that is in the room from the window. I fold my hands between my spread legs, looking up at her through the few strands of my hair that have fallen forward.

"Didn't mean to startle you little lamb." The nickname drips from my lips. I didn't mean to call her anything like that, but the words feel right for her. She is now a lamb in a world full of wolves. She looks around the darkened room, looking for the door to escape the room if need be. She places a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear, swallowing her fear.

"And you are?" She raises her chin in a challenging way. Causing my wolf to pace back and forth within my head. This may be a lot more fun than I anticipated.

Her head tilts to the side, I find her studying me just as closely as I am her. "I'm Ezekiel Whitlock." I sit back in the chair once more, lifting my leg over my knee. I hold out my hands "You can call me Master." The words fall from my lips, the seduction of my tone apparent. I don't know what it is with this human girl, but I find I have to bite my bottom lip to keep quiet around her, or I may just talk dirty to her all night. A carnal smile forms on my lips at the thought.