I'm so nervous as I step off the airplane. The Luna is picking me up herself. We've emailed back and forth a few times during the past week and I feel like I'm about to meet a new friend.
She speaks French which relaxes me. I was so nervous to take an educational course in English but she assured me that she would help with any translation issues. My English is good, but maybe not that good.
I recognize her as soon as I step out of the jet bridge. She waves excitedly and I can't help but walk toward her quickly. She pulls me into a tight hug.
"I am so glad you're here! My son is having an issue out in Louisiana and my husband flew out to help him. I've been going out of my mind. Getting you ready to start the course is the perfect distraction!"
As soon as she blurts out her spiel, she cups her hand over her mouth.
"I'm so sorry to dump all that on you before you've even had a chance to speak."
I can't help but laugh.
"It's ok, I'm really glad to be here."
As she drives us back to their packlands she tells me all about the program and her family. She gets a far away, dreamy look in her eyes when she talks about her mate. It makes my heart clench. I'm preparing for her to ask me about my mate, everyone does.
To my shock, she doesn't ask. Instead she asks me about nursing school and what I'm most excited to learn about during her course.
We fall into easy conversation that never once ventures into awkward territory.
When we get to their packlands she gives me a tour before showing me to my guest room. I'm staying in a guest room in the packhouse.
"There are only two other people on this floor so you'll have plenty of privacy. Would you like me to come get you tonight for dinner?" she smiles.
"Please, that would be great."
"Ill be back at six. If you need anything before then, please, don't hesitate to ask me, big or small!"
When she leaves I change into workout clothes. I need to keep myself awake, the jetlag will knock me on my ass if I let it. I also promised Enzo I would use their facilities, they're supposed to be the best in the world.
I run several fast paced miles on a treadmill before deciding to take a look at some of the other options. This gym is fully equipped with everything. They have every piece of cardio or weight training equipment imaginable, rock climbing walls, swimming pools, indoor and outdoor obstacle courses, boxing and martial arts training areas. I'm thoroughly impressed.
I walk past the boxing room. I peak in cautiously, it's empty. I have had very limited training. A warrior skilled in mixed martial arts came to our pack once and I worked with him for two weeks.
After making sure no one was around, I jog to the far end of the room and start kicking and punching at one of the hanging bags. Sometimes beating the shit out of something feels good. I throw out punch combos until sweat drips from my face and neck.
I move on to different kicks, switching between front and side kicks, aiming to get my foot into the center of circle printed on the canvas bag each time.
"You have a pretty good high kick," a deep voice speaks causing me to scream. How had I not smelled him?
"I'm sorry," he chuckles, "we spray odor shields in here. It makes it hard to smell if someone is sneaking up on you. It's part of the warrior training."
"Oh," I place my hand over my wildly beating heart, "well it definitely works, you scared the crap out of me."
He laughs again, "I'm Jordan. I'm one of the level two trainers here."
"I'm Lucienne, I'm here for Luna Sorshas wolf sciences course."
"Where are you from?" He asks and I blush. I hate my accent, I've always been self conscious of my English.
"I'm from Dinan, a small town in France."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you want me to train you while you're here? Your natural technique is wonderful, I can have you kicking ass by the time you leave here!"
I laugh, "that would actually be awesome! If you have time and truly don't mind."
"I really, truly don't mind." He winks and a strange feeling comes over me. Is he...flirting with me. I try to inconspicuously look at his neck. He has a mark but it's faded and paled to white. My heart aches in my chest. He lost his mate.
As I walk back to the packhouse I can't help but wonder, was he flirting with me? I'm not used to anyone ever being interested in me. I'm not even sure what that would look or feel like. Once someone figures out that I'm not their mate they can't seem to get away fast enough. The only widowed wolves I've met have been much older. He was probably close in age to me.
After a long, hot shower I start to feel drowsy. It's too early for sleep. I get up and pace around my room, forcing myself to stay upright until Luna Sorsha comes at six.
When she knocks at the door I'm nearly sleeping standing up.
"You look exhausted, this is the best way to beat it though. Force yourself awake and you'll be set to our time in a few days."
"I'm trying to adjust before the courses start on Monday. I think three days is plenty of time."
"My husband will he home on Saturday morning! He called a few minutes before I came to grab you. Everything is alright with our son. They are going to wrap up and fly through the night tomorrow."
I find it adorable that she calls him her husband. Whether they legally married or not most mates don't call each other husband or wife.