New Life, Cookie Chihuahua [digital e reader txt] 📗

day or come inside?' She looked over and blushed. I had never thought much of girls that blushed, but on Lana it looked adorable.

'I- Y- You live here?' She squeeked. I laughed at her reaction.

'Yes, do you have a problem with that?'

'N-no it's just.... Massive!'

I realised at that moment that this was a huge change for her.

'Hey, I know this is difficult for you. Leaving your mother and all, but my family already think of you as part of the family; You are more that welcome here; We will never hurt you.' I told her gently. I watched as her eyes filled with tears.

'No, please, don't cry!' It was hurting me to see my mate in pain. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hold her; to promised that everything would be alright, but she looked like she was going to run if I got any nearer.

'Come on, lets get you inside' I told her. I went around the back of the car to get her suitcase from the boot. ('The boot' for any americans reading is the trunk) I heard her car door close and turned around to offer her my hand. She looked at me, then to my hand. She hesitantly took it. Her hand was so soft and small; my hand  basically engulfed hers, as I lead her inside.

 

Lana's P.O.V.

His hand was rough and enormous; basically swallowing my own. He led me inside his house. The outside looked like any old fashioned mansion would; so different to the inside which was modern. The hallway, polished wooden flooring with cream walls. It was so basic, yet so unique. I looked up to see his parent standing there looking at me concerned.

'Lana, are you alright?' Amy asked

'God son, she's been here 5 minutes and you've already reduced her to tears' Paul said shocked. Shane glared at his father. I let out a small giggle. Shane's features instantly softened and he smiled down at me. And I mean literakky smiled down at me; I bearly came up to his shoulder.

'Okay, Shane, go show Lana to your room, I'll have Susan bring your case up.' His mother chirped. I froze.

'Wait, I have to share a room. With him? I asked suddenly terrified.

'Well, yes, you're going to be married in a couple of months, it only makes sense to have you move straight in there than to do it in a couple of months.'

'Oh' I didn't know what to do, if i shared a room with him, he was bound to notice the marks and then the questions would begin. Looks like i'll be sleeping in a hoodie for a while. I thought to myself. Shane pulled on my hand, guuiding me towards the stairs.

'Oh, Lana, after you're settled, come to my office, i'd like to talk to you.' His father called after us.  I nodded and continued to follow shane up the stairs. We came to a stop outside a door and he led me inside. I gasped. Inside was my dream bedroom. Polished wooden flooring with black and white walls. A huge white rug sat on the floor at the foot of the black, king sized bed.

'Do you like it?' Shane asked. I had forgotten he was there.

'I love it, I always wanted a room like this but we could never afford it.'

'Well, you have it now, and while you are here you will be provided with everything you need. Now in here' he led me to a glossy black door 'Is the wardrobe, we share it, however there is a lock so don't worry, I won't walk in on you.' He teased. I felt myself blushing.

'And in here' he led me to a white door 'is the bathroom, why don't you go in here and get changed, Susan put some fresh clothes out on the counter, so you can go visit my dad afterwards, I'll just wait outside.' And with that he left, closing the door behind him. I walked over to the counter and grabbed the clothes. Luckily it was just leggins and a T-shirt. I quickly pulled them on and went back into the bedroom. Shane was sitting on the bed with his head down. He shot up when I came out.

'Are you ready?' I nodded and we went downstairs to his fathers office. Paul looked up when we entered.

'Right Lana, have a seat.' he indicated towards a plush, leather armchair. I sat. 'I know you're probably wondering why exactly you're here, why you are marrying my son.' I nodded.

'Tell me Lana, what do you know of your father Patrick?' I froze and looked at him wide eyed.

'I - I don't - He left when I was 10.' I stuttered ' I - I don't know anything about him.' I lied.  I saw Shane narrowing his eyes at me but his father nodded understandingly.

'I was afraid of this. Well I suppose I should just tell you.' I looked at him confused by his words

'What do you mean?' I asked

'Lana' Paul began 'Your life has been a complete lie.'

 

 

Chapter 6

Lana's P.O.V.

'What do you mean my life has been an entire lie?' I asked, my heart pounding.

'Well,' Paul began 'do you believe in werewolves?' I knew where this was going, my mind flashed back to when I was 10.

I hid under my bed as my parents screamed at each other yet again. I had heard a slap and I knew my father had struck my mother. It was nothing new. He was always hitting her, but even at this age, I knew it was wrong. I heard a thud and a muffled scream. This wasn't right. My father knew when to stop, he never hurt her bad enough to make her scream in pain. Grabbing my teddy bear, I padded out of my bedroom. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. On the floor was my mother in a pool of blood. She looked up at me and screamed 'RUN!' I turned and came face to face with a large, salivating wolf.

 

I blicked and I was back in Paul's office hyperventilating.

'Lana, what do you know?' Paul asked cautiously.

'My father... I saw my father... when I was 10.' I heard a growl behind me and yelped.

'Shane!' Paul said sharply 'You're scaring her! Now, Lana, I know you don't want to believe this but you are like your father, your mother is too - '

'NO! No I am NOT like that!' I pratically screamed.

'Lana, just calm down and listen.' I waited trembling. 'You, your mother, your father and everyone in this housr is a werewolf.' I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off. 'I know you don't want to believe this but it is true... we can show you if you like - '

'No, no I believe you.' I said quickly 'but what does this have to do with me marrying your son?'

'Ah, that, well, gave you ever heard of soulmates?' I nodded slowly. 'Well, it's kind of like that, however, for wolves, we call them mates, when both mates are ready, they will both feel tremendous pain and become rather itchy in a particular part of their body. After that passes, you will be left with a mark rather like a tattoo. You and Shane both have these marks, signifying that you are both mates. Shane, come over here.'

I felt Shane approach. He stood infront of me and turned so I was facing his back. There in little writing was a small tattoo 

Suus Illam Invenire,

Illam Ad Tueri Suus,

Sua Suus Amor.

'And what exactly does that mean? I asked feeling rather confused 'and I have that aswell?' I suddenly got scared, twisting around to try and look at my back. Shane chuckled.

'Here.' He came around behind me, taking out his phone and snapping as picture of my back for me to look at. There, in the small of my back, was one line of writing - 

Invenire Eius

'Why is mine shorter?' I asked

'Because there is a process you go through as mates, to complete the bond, but Shane will explain all that to you another day. Now, I think that is enough information for one night, I think you should get some sleep as it is...' He looked towards the clock '11pm, off you go, you too Shane, I will see you both in the morning.'

'Come on' said Shane, leading me towards the stairs. We entered the room and Shane ran towards the wardrobe. He came out a few seconds later with his PJ's in hand.

'I'll get changed in the bathroom, you take the wardrobe, your stuff is on the right side.' He smirked and he sautered into the bathroom. I entered the wardrobe and grabbed a tanktop and leggins. Slipping them on, I realised I had to wear something to hide the marks. Grabbing a hoodie, I pulled it over my head and walked out. Shane was already in bed - shirtless. I stopped in my tracks. Well, I had to admit, my 'mate' had a nice body. I stopped myself just as Shane said

'Why are you wearing a hoodie?' I just looked at him and replied with ' Why aren't you wearing a shirt?' He shrugged and said

'I get too hot when I sleep' He smirked, I rolled my eyes 'Whats your excuse?'

'I get too cold when I sleep.' I walked over to the bed and hopped in. We lay there for a while and just as I was drifting off to sleep, snuggling closer to the quilt,, Shane yanked his end, causing me to go crashing back into his rather solid chest.

'Owww' I complained

'Don't hog the quilt then.'

'I wasn't!'

'Yes, you were.'

'No, I wasn't!' I muttered as I pulled the quilt back over to me. This went on for a few minutes before I gave up fighting and just lay there with no wuikt what so ever. I was never going to win.

'Goodnight Shane.' He grunted a reply. I thought he was actually going to make me go to sleep without anything covering me. Then I had an idea. I forced myself to relax and regulate my breathing. I did this for a couple of minutes. Suddenly Shane shifted and draped my half of the quilt over me, tucking me in. I fell asleep smiling in victory.

 

I awoke a couple of hours later, covered in cold sweat. I hadn't had a nightmare of my father since I was little. I got up out of bed and began pacing. I needed to take the hoodie off; it was just too hot. I checked to see is Shane was still asleep. He was. I yanked the hoodie off and retrieved my sketchbook. Flipping to a clean page, I began to draw out what I dreamt about. It alway soothed me, I don't know why. I had almost finished when I heard and gasp behinde me. I spun around, wide eyed. Shane stood behind me.

'Who did that' He whispered looking at my back.