Ma'am; I never knew who my parents were." He said to her, a clouded haze crossing those blue eyes that made them more gray than blue. There was something else she saw, but couldn't hone in on it without slipping a bit from her human self. She didn't want to risk a partial shift in such a crowded location.
"I'm so sorry. I can be a real bitch but I didn't know or I wouldn't have said that." She felt bad. She knew how it was not knowing who your real parents were. She wouldn't bring something like that up if she had known.
Grayson saw the distant look in her eyes as she apologized and sensed a kindred spirit. He took a moment to truly notice her. She had curves, which he liked, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind to him. When she knew who he was, she spoke of nothing more than the article she read, nothing about mindless corn chip advertisements. He sensed an old soul, a woman he could perhaps share his darkest secret with --that he was a werewolf.
It was then that Grayson did something he never did in public. He closed his eyes and went into his semi-trancelike state to get a more precise view of this enchanting woman. In that instance he saw the devastation in her heart, that night at her grandmothers, and the vengeance she harbored for the pack responsible. His pack or rather, Christian's pack. Christian was the alpha of the Fenris pack, the one responsible for the devastation. He took no part of it, but knew that small detail would mean little to her.
"Well it was lovely meeting you, Miss...?"
"Lynx. My name is Lynx." Grayson knew as soon as he had seen the carnage in her heart that she was Lynx. His pack had spoke of little else in the past years but her name. He wondered if she even knew the power she possessed, the power that his pack was willing to kill to stop. Legend had it that she was destined to be the true pack leader of Fenris despite being born into Rafe, and Christian couldn't relinquish being Alpha to a woman. It was Christian's plan to destroy her before she realized her true calling.
"Well Lynx, I'd love to spend more time with you if you're agreeable to it. Here's my card, please contact me." He said as he produced a fine parchment card with etched writing that highlighted only his name and a phone number. No writing of his accomplishments, his company name, or a website. Lynx noticed these little details, filing them away for later use.
"I'd like that, thanks." She said as she produced a rare smile.
"I'll be waiting to hear from you then. Have a pleasant rest of your day, Miss." Grayson finished as he turned to walk out of the shop and back home to assess finally meeting Lynx. She had been much different than he ever expected, and wondered if Christian would be able to sense her presence now more than ever. Grayson knew that the Fenris pack would stop at the cabin again, like they did each year, in only a matter of days.
Chapter Three: Day Three
The next day, Lynx called Grayson, inviting him to lunch. She never initiated contact with anyone and had only rarely dated. Grayson proved to be too tantalizing to her with those ice blue eyes and that perfectly trimmed stubbled jaw line. He stayed in prime physical condition, but the community never saw him enter or leave a gym.
Grayson was pleased she had called, and surprised. He wondered if she had shifted since their meeting and if she knew what secrets he kept from her. He only hoped that he had time to win her heart before he had to reveal who, and what, he was.
Throughout her morning, Lynx took care of early preparations for her cabin. She knew that the battle would be intense and could take longer than she imagined. She stocked it with everything she could think of she may need, and prayed it was enough. This year, she vowed, would be the end of the terror from that pack. It would be vengeance.
When lunchtime arrived, she made her way to the cafe