Chapter 15

I fixed myself after taking a shower and walked down to the basement. I need to buy new gadgets, including a cellphone and laptop, to scout for a job. I know that I have all the money that I need. The good thing for us is that we have access to everything, especially for finances in the human world. Before I flew to Paris, I prepared everything and transferred enough money into my new account using my new identity.

 Living alone is not that expensive. So, if I find a job, that will be enough to support my needs, so I won't touch my savings. Part of that is also living the normal life that I pledged myself to gain.

 Because I am only there for the mall opening, I went to a cafe near the biggest mall from the place where I am—Versailles. A small city near Paris that has everything. I really like it here, and I have no regrets about choosing this place to settle down.

 "Hi," a male's voice reprised my momentum. The cafe's ambiance was so calm. You can get the peace that you need here while sipping your favorite coffee, but I wondered why some random guy noticed me. I looked up at him casually, giving him the impression that I didn't mind his presence.

 "Yes?" I questioned.

 "Are you new here?"

 "I'd like to ask why you are curious, but I will still answer you. I am not new here. My family originated in this place, and we just migrated to the United States."

 The man's face brightened up upon hearing me. I hoped I would deliver him a message that I didn't want him intervening in my quiet moment, but I was disappointed.

 "Oh, that's very nice to hear, then."

 I wondered what his purpose was, but I waited for him to say another word. "Actually, I am new here," he began, which I politely listened to. Looking at him, I could tell that he's Asian or maybe Latino.

 "Oh, is that so? Are you a tourist then?" I inquired.

 "I do not exactly know how to use the terminology, but yeah, I came here as a tourist. By the way, my name is Jay," he introduced himself, finally.

 "Graciela," I answered shortly. I cannot exactly tell what I feel towards the person in front of me, but I sensed he was not a threat.

 "Take your seats. I have a table for two, and he's still holding his cup of coffee, so I guessed he needed a seat."

 "Thank you, thank you. You are really kind," he blushed. He’s gay, by the way.

 "No problem."

 "I came here as a tourist. I am a Filipino from the Philippines," I was surprised to hear about his home country! I have heard a lot about Filipinos in the Philippines. They have so much to offer in their country as well.

 "Oh! Philippines… I heard a lot about your beautiful country," I answered, and I felt like I had finally met someone with whom I could speak.

 "Yes, thank you for appreciating where I came from... I'm sorry for approaching you just like that, although we are strangers. I was just overwhelmed to see someone who looks approachable," he further explained, which made me chuckle. He’s really fun to speak with; add his physical expressions while he speaks.

 "How sure were you I am an approachable person?"

 "I just sensed it."

 Hearing the word 'sense', I paused for a second. The word sense is a very common word and practice for a wolf like me. I studied him again. What if his sense is not just a simple sense?

 "Did I offend you something?" His expression suddenly turned worried. "Hi?" He repeated it after I said nothing more.

 "Ah… Sorry, it suddenly reminded me about something... I didn’t mean to worry you."

 "Oh, I was scared. I thought I offended you, which is the least I can do right now. I have no friends in this place," he added.

 No friends? I thought in my mind. He is just like me—lost in a foreign country.

 "No worries. Sorry if I scared you... Where were we again?"

 The conversation went on, and I learned a lot about him and the reason he came to Paris with no assurance of a job at all. He explained that life for him in their country is hard. He came here to take risks for the future of his family. Even though there is no guarantee because he is on a tourist visa here, he is still brave and hopes that he can get a job to get a working visa once he gets an employer who will sponsor him.

 Since I didn’t have a phone yet, or, say, I threw away my old phone; I listed his number. We promised to contact each other and scout together. I liked him because I sensed he was a genuine guy and innocent about werewolf things. Less risk for me.

 "Crema ran away... This is your chance to win, Giovan," Dior whispered in Janine’s ears.

 Janine was shocked to hear about King Dior. Did he just encourage her to pursue Alpha Giovan? Did the King really say that? All were wonders in Janine’s mind. She’s overwhelmed, can’t believe it, and is joyful in her heart on the other side.

 "What do you mean, King?"

 "You already know what I mean; plan well and execute it as soon as you can," Dior smirked, looked at her from head to toe, then turned around to walk away.

 They left Janine speechless. She was safe from being questioned further and is confused why Dior shows support for her.

 She will try a distinct style this time.

 On the other side, Giovan was still mourning silently. They declared him the strongest alpha in their pack, but there he is battling with his vulnerability for his wife. If she’s dead, was she all eaten? Why didn’t she have even a tiny part left? Or was she abducted? But who did, and what was their purpose? If it were the vampires, then why, of all the members of the royal family, did they choose the newest member?