Prince of Wolves (The Grey Wolves, #1)

by Quinn Loftis

some pervert preteen getting a glimpse of his first girly bits. But, whatevs’. I can deal with my dirty little conscience tomorrow.”

wtf

“Slap me stupid and call me silly.”

wtf

Man, when did I start using the word like so freaking much?”

???? When did you use the word 'like'? Why are you pointing this out?

they each had three fresh mugs of hot chocolate

they each had three fresh mugs? so there are nine mugs around them now?

Jac.

Jac short for Jacque short for Jacquelyn?

His wolf ignored him. He was pouting, and Fane knew there was nothing he could do to ease his ire.

so the wolf is a separate entity from the boy? like a demon possession?

hottie, grr, the exchange student.

!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Well, here we go, off to Never-never Land. Jacque felt at that moment she was jumping into a rabbit hole complete with a Cheshire Cat and Mad Hatter at her side.

These are two different stories?

10:00 a.m. it was already blisteringly hot.

"Here's fried chicken at 10am"

Jacque

I hate all of their names.

She shut the door, turned off the lights, and put her Evanescence CD in her CD player oddly, the music calmed her.

This sentence got away from the author a lil bit.

“True dat,” Jacque responded.

please die

There is only one exception to this, but their kind has not existed for a very long time.

Oh so she's whatever that is. Got it.

The markings of a male Canis lupus only change when he finds a mate. They are a signal to all other wolves you have found that other half of your soul, the light of a female wolf that quiets the darkness that grows in all male Canis lupus.

but definitely not the light of another male wolf, miss me with that gay shit.

It will be hard for your wolf not to mark her and claim her, but you are not just an animal. You are a man as well and can control your beast. You must control your beast,” he reiterated.

Don't rape the American girl, son.

I will watch, and I will wait, his wolf whispered. Okay, so now my wolf sounds like a creepy stalker.

Sure does, buddy!

They are also another way for your wolf to stake his claim. But they are for your eyes only.

Ew

Something stirred inside Fane as his father explained the markings.

It's called an erection...

“I’m just a little … I don’t know what. I mean, I’m seventeen, and the thought of another wolf seeing markings on a girl I barely know infuriates me. I’m not even out of high school,” Fane said as his jaw clenched and unclenched.

"I'M REALLY HORNY, DAD, GEEZ!"

His emotions seemed a little on edge today, and he could only imagine it had everything to do with the sassy redhead across the street.

omg do you think that's why?

“What could possibly be a threat to her in this little, insignificant town?”

right now it kinda seems like you, fane

“Yeah, that’s how we do it in the South. It’s not really sweet tea. It’s tea-flavored sugar.”

The author is not Southern and hates sweet tea.

What the hell is she wearing? The question did nothing to calm him. For there, across the street, was his Luna laying out in the sun in a skimpy bikini. And it wasn’t enough that she was essentially wearing undergarments. Also revealed, besides her lovely body, there at the top of her back stretching out from shoulder to shoulder and up her neck to just below her hairline, were the markings that would fit his perfectly. Her markings were there on display for any male who came by to see, not to mention her mom if she came out.

settle down you absolute creep

What he really wanted to say was “Where the hell are your clothes, female?”

I hope he says this to her and I hope she murders him for it.

He couldn’t see the smile, but it still satisfied something inside of her.

Pettiness is a great way to start a relationship.

“I have told you before, you are my Luna,” she heard him answer her thought.

So no more italics for the telepathy? Also, fuck off Fane you don't own her damn.

Just then she realized that their whole conversation had been thoughts back and forth to one another. Man, had her life gotten weird.… No, actually, it wasn’t just weird, it was bordering on crazy.

How quickly should one adapt to telepathic conversations? I have no metric for this.

“You might be rethinking that when the Texas heat is beating down on your leather-clad body,”

Oh we're back to italics

“Puppies and cute little critters, Jacque. These are the things you must think about. Not hot, Romanian males on motorcycles wearing leather… AGH!”

Wait so could he hear this part?

“All you have to do is imagine a wall in your mind between mine and yours.

Like, all the time?

“You’re a little late, Charlie Brown.

Does Charlie Brown like sunbathing in a bikini?

I’ve met a guy. Not just any guy, but a really unusual one.

OH GOOD A DIARY ENTRY

Somehow, Fane had ripped the rug right out from under her, and she could hear her butt hit the proverbial ground with a loud thud. Now, she was sitting on the ground after a good tumble, with the air knocked out of her lungs and stars dancing around her head. She was looking up, wondering what in the world had happened.

really drag this metaphor out, don't be shy

go barreling up Jacque’s stairs so it could see the markings with its own eyes.

jfc calm down dude

Canis lupus

Okay but I thought there weren't any in this part of Texas or something?

“My Alpha is Lucas Steele.

Of course that's his name

all-night raves orgies,

raves orgies

“Thank you,”

Thank you for this incredibly awkward moment.

Jacque flopped across her bed like an ungraceful fish.

Fish are always flopping on their beds

“My, my, those Romanian boys are just full of surprises.

Like telepathy?

Brilliant and hot to boot,”

Brilliant?

“Oh, come now, my dear Watson. Are you telling me you are afraid of lions and tigers and bears—”

Just throw in a reference to literally everything ever, it doesn't have to make sense.

They both laughed as Jacque pulled her hair up into a ponytail, not thinking about the shirt she was wearing. She climbed awkwardly off the bed because it would have made too much sense to attempt the ponytail after she’d removed herself from the bed. Jacque didn’t give a second thought as she turned to grab a hair tie, turning her back to Sally.

what is happening in this paragraph? What does her shirt have to do with her ponytail? She got off the bed because it would have made sense to get off the bed to do a ponytail WHAT?!?!?!!

Jacque had forgotten she had purposefully worn a shirt with a low back so she could show Jen and Sally the markings.

Okay we needed this information earlier in the scene?

“So now he’s not only doing his mind voodoo, but body voodoo too,” Sally said, and then giggled as she realized how it sounded.

Why aren't you more concerned about all of this?

“Good freaking grief, she doesn’t mean, like, physical voodoo, pervert.”

Hey honey, you up for some PHYSICAL VOODOO?

“I guess he decided to forgo the whole ‘Hey, will you wear my class ring’ and straight into ‘Let’s get body art together’,” Jen said, studying the markings.

Her friends are being very casual about this

She’s all about the hoes before bros,”

Good, Jen, thanks for showing up.

I’m totally over him … aren’t I?” Jacque asked. She started thinking back to the two years she and Trent dated.

Wistful fade away to flashback...

“I don’t like where your thoughts are at the moment, Luna.”

Get bent you creep