Page 8 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
He grabs my hand and pulls me along.
“I’m not allowed to take the bus,” he explains shortly. “A driver takes me. You can come with me.”
“YES!” I exclaim, swinging my bag around in excitement. No school bus, no one laughing at me or pointing their fingers at me.
This day is going to be amazing!
I follow Elden, skipping alongside him. “What happened to your face?” I ask after a while. “The spot between your cheek and neck.”
He looks flustered for a moment, clasping the part. “Probably happened during training,” he says dismissively.
“You train a lot, don’t you?”
“Dad wants me to become strong,” he says.
“Is it true?” I whisper.
“Is what true?”
“That you can already feel your lycan?”
“Yes,” he says. He sounds dismissive once again, as if it wasn’t the coolest thing ever.
“Can you already talk to him?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Not really. I mean he is there, but the connection is still weak… just sometimes… when I am angry, I feel him.”
“Is this why you try to never be angry?” I ask.
He blinks. “What do you mean?”
“Grandma says you have your emotions under control. Is this what she meant?”
“Probably,” he mutters.
“Isn’t that annoying?” I continue to ask. “Can you ever be you?”
“I don’t want to scare anyone,” he admits.
“And what if-”
“Do you always talk this much?” he asks. “I thought you were meek and shy.”
“I like to know things,” I explain. “It’s interesting! The others just always make fun of me, so I don’t talk to them. Is it bad? Should I talk less?”
Elden looks at me for a moment. “No,” he says. “It’s okay.”
“Good!” I let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sure I wouldn’t be scared,” I tell him, “of your lycan.”
“It’s funny,” he says, “he isn’t that angry when you are around.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good.”
I toss my bag into the air and catch it again. “Hurray!” I exclaim.
Elden’s lips tug into a grin. “You are so silly!”
