Accelerando

No.1

So here's the deal, you know those stories about these werewolf mates that meet and everything works out perfectly for them since the get go? No right? Perfect so you already are acquainted with the fact that when it comes to werewolves and mates, nothing is ever simple and easy. And my story is probably one of the craziest ones out there. See, I didn't know I had a mate. Heck I didn't even know I was a part of this world. But I'm getting ahead of myself, way ahead of where the story actually begins. Let's flash back to a couple of months ago, all the way back to Christmas.

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Snow. Snow was falling softly outside the window of my dressing room. Thank God the venue was inside. As pretty as London is in the snow, there was no way I'd be able to perform in it.

I look behind me to see my best friend Emma talking on the phone, probably to my foster parents. Yeah, my biological parents are dead, have been for 16 years. I met Emma at the age of 2. Our parents died in the same car accident and so, they placed us in the same foster home so it would be an easier time with someone we knew prior to going into the foster home. But unlike Emma, I never left.

"Celaena!" Emma called me. I turned around to see her running towards me. "Alice and John say that they hope you crush it tonight."

I smile, so it wasn't our foster parents, but our two other friends. They were the other two foster kids that we grew up with only they came when we were about six or seven. They couldn't be here cause they were at John's adoptive parent's home. Alice and John were lucky, they both got adopted by families that were friends. As for Emma, she got adopted a year later while I kinda just got stuck at the foster home. But that's okay, because I could never be where I am today without having the life I've had to inspire my songwriting. And now here I am, Christmas Day in London on my final world tour spot.

"I should probably get to back stage and start getting ready." I say as I look at my watch.

Emma nods and begins to follow me as she looks down at her phone. After about five minutes of silence, Emma lets out a gasp.

"Lena! OMG LENA!" She starts screaming.

"What?" I ask calmly as I look at the signs trying to find the room labeled "make-up".

"You are never gonna believe who's coming to your concert tonight! It's insane!"

"Who? The Queen of England?" I chuckled jokingly.

"Close! It's that Prince that lives here in England that people barely even see!" She squeals.

"Which one? The baby? If it's the baby I see why you're excited that is the most adorable ba-"

"Actually, this one you could date. He's turning 21 next week on New Year's Eve. Have you even heard of this Prince, do you even know who I'm talking about?" She asked me.

"NO!" I said. "Dude explain or at least give me a name."

She sighed, "Before I tell you, can I start by saying how ironic it is that you don't know about this dude who let me tell you by the way is constantly talked about by the media when you are constantly talked about by the media and-"

"Breathe Emma, in multiple sentences not just one big sentence." I reminded her.

She took a slow and deep breath in and then exhaled. She got excited easily.