A little LTP sneak peek....

IrishMom420 requested a sneak peek of what I've been working on today.  I warn you - this is unbeta'd, so excuse any typos as of right now.  They are truly my own. 

In this scene, Regan and Claire are at the prom and Quil and Seth are hiding in the bushes in wolf form, spying on them.  Zeke and Regan are out in the gazebo (Think prom scene from Twilight) and are dancing.  Seth and Quil are listening to their conversation.  Enjoy!

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I made it up the hill where the country club was in under ten minutes.  I slunk up so sit beside him on the damp ground out of view. 

Is this depressing or what? Quil asked. 
It’s only depressing if we admit it happened to anyone, I offered.  He agreed and we settled back to watch.  I couldn’t see well, but the times I did happen to see Regan inside the windows my heart would speed up inside my chest.  She looked even prettier than before, because this time she was dancing with her friends and laughing.  I was so happy to see her having a good time that my drunken-bad mood had practically lifted.  That was, until she came outside to the gazebo.  I watched with raised hackles as Zeke politely took her in his arms and offered her a slow dance.

Watch it, pup, I thought with a growl. 

“So, are you having fun?” Zeke asked as they rocked back and forth.  Music played softly over the outdoor speakers, but I could still hear all of their conversation.  Quil and I both waited with baited breath.

“Yes, Zeke, very much.  Thanks for…..sucking it up and just taking a friend,” she laughed. 

“You’re fine.  I had no problem just taking a friend.  It’s a lot easier that way, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.  But….why didn’t you ask like…a real date?  I mean…” she laughed nervously.  “Someone you…like?”

He nodded, flashing her a knowing grin.  “I don’t know.  I just haven’t….met that girl yet.  Ya know?”

I smiled, realizing he was saying (without actually saying it) that he was waiting for his imprint.  My heart panged with an unwelcome familiarity for what Zeke was feeling at this point in his life.  Wondering if she’s out there and he’s missed her, or if she’s right in front of his nose, or even born yet.  I didn’t miss that feeling, and it wasn’t one that I would wish on anyone. 

Regan paused a moment, her features going slack as if she was deep in thought.  “Oh….um, I suppose not.”

“You look like you were about to say something,” he prodded.  He must be aware that I was going to pump him for information later.  That kid knew me all too well. 

“I….guess…I mean…”

“Do you have someone you wanted to ask you?”

She laughed nervously again, shrugging as they swayed.  “No, not really.  I….”

He watched her, waiting for her answer.  I swallowed nervously, practically holding my breath at that point. 

“Oh come on.  Who do you really want to be dancing with?  It’s okay Regan, I swear,” he grinned. 

“It’s so stupid, you would totally laugh,” she insisted, shaking her head at herself. “The person….the last place he would want to be is at a high school prom.”

Zeke slowed his swaying, staring down at my imprint with wide eyes.  “Why would they not want to be here?  Regan, you’re one of my best friends.  Anyone would want to be here with you.  Why wouldn’t you think that?”

“He um….” I could hear her heart pounding in her chest from twenty yards away and over the sound of the music.  She licked her lips nervously, avoiding his eye contact. 

“He wouldn’t be able to come,” she murmured nervously.  Zeke took the bait.

“Is he from back home?  In Phoenix?”

Regan shook her head.  “No….he…”

“He’s from here, isn’t he?”

She nodded, twisting her hands on his shoulders as they danced.  I held my breath.  Get her to say more! I silently urged him. 

“I already know who he is, don’t I?” he asked quietly.  She averted her eyes, nodding. I watched as Regan bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him. 

Oh. My. God, My mind screamed.  And then I lost all ability to think coherently for a few seconds.  Was she talking about me?

Of course she’s talking about you, moron, Quil echoed.  I felt my chest tighten as my jaw clenched down in pain.  Self pity washed over me as I watched her sway from side to side with someone who was not me. 

Easy bro, Quil coached me.  He was torn; I could feel that he wanted to leave me to my thoughts.  After a few moments he stood and quietly slunk away, giving me some space to wallow.  He was going to try to see Claire from another spot in the bushes and leave me to myself.