This part two to my White wolf story as promised. I hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think.
Carlisle Cullen POV
Prologue-
They first appeared in early spring…clustered of purple buds pushing their way through the frosty march earth. By April, there were stems and leaves and by May, buds had appeared.
June the buds had open revealing a red heart shaped insides, scenting the air with the smell of over ripe raspberries.
The plant bloomed in London's waste lands and gardens. The plant became known as moon weed. Everyone thought it was peculiar.
"Very peculiar," I said staring at a sample plant in my office.
"Indeed," my wife Esme agreed.
"Hmm…" my son, Kit wasn't really listening. Kit or Christopher Charles Cullen was considered our miracle child. We'd been told for the longest while that Esme couldn't conceive. Then she got pregnant with Kit. He was the spitting image of Esme except he had my blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
He was enchanting a pen so that it levitated three inches above his head. That was his talent. Enchanting. Anything you could think of. He could put a charm on it enchant it to do whatever he liked.
Kit scratched behind his ear and glanced longingly at the door.
"It might be a hybrid plant. Maybe…what do you think Kit?"
When he hard his name he jumped slightly and the pen fell from the air. "Can I go now?" H e sounded like it pained him to ask. He swayed his weight to show he was impatient.
I sighed, wondering if he'd ever become a respectable doctor like me. Taking in my son's long shabby blonde hair, his grubby knees and his crumpled socks, he didn't look like he'd be a doctor. Much less anything respectable.
"I mean, I'm sure it's very interesting to those that like plantlike things…but I promised I'd meet E.J. and Carlisle up at the palace."
E.J. or Edward III was my eldest and adoptive son's first child and Carlisle was his second. They were my grandchildren, my youngest son's best friends and considered heirs to the throne of the wolf empire. They lived at Masen Manor nicknamed Masen Palace because of the way it looked.
I breathed wearily. "Off you go if you must. But mind you behave yourself up at the palace. I don't want to hear you've been chasing planes on that carpet of your, Kit or you both may very well find yourselves grounded. And mark my words son, its no fun being a walking 'wolf."
Kit grinned impishly. "Oh don't worry, Dad. I promise I'll watch myself.
He walked out the door whistling tunelessly. Esme sighed.
"He'll be fine." I assured her.
"It's not just him I'm worried about. I'm worried about them all."
Well that's the prologue. The first chapter in coming up...Hope you like it.