Author's note: The first part of the first sentence are lyrics from a song called 'What is This Feeling' wich is also the chapter title. Also, beware... this chapter is awesome!

What is this feeling, so sudden and new, I felt the moment I laid eyes on you? Well, for starters... My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, and my face is flushing, so my first guess would be... I, Chas Liam Longclaw, am in love! Though the feeling has never graced me with its presence before now, I shall take it in with open arms.

Who's the lucky femme fatale, you ask? A beautiful beige-furred beauty named Shea Cadence. She is simply perfect! Maybe she can lead me to the Great Wolf; it would certainly help to have a guide. After the tussle I got into last night, I'm going to need all the help I can get.

When I walk up to the she-wolf, she growls and then backs off, whimpering. She must have either realized that I was an alpha's son or that I noticed the Greek letter branded into her ear. I thought she was an elite member of the wolf society, like a beta or something; anything other than an omega.

In an act of respect, she bows before me, lowering her head and tail in accordance with our customs. Pardon my disrespect, sir. I never meant to be so disloyal to an alpha, especially not one as kind and-

Enough! I shout. Could you show me the way to the Great Wolf's place? She nods. Of course I can... Uh, name? I smirk in hidden contempt. The name's Chas Liam Longclaw; don't wear it out, sweetheart.

I was going to lead you to the Great Wolf's quarters, but I guess you don't need to so badly now, since you're being so mean to me. Wow; I just met her, the sexiest she-wolf I have ever laid my eyes on, and I've already screwed up with her.

As we walk to Berlin, Shea's stomach starts to churn or something, because she drops to the ground and whines. I stop from where I am standing behind her and move forth slowly. Shea? Are you okay? She whines once more and nods.

Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that... all my life I've been told what my future is going to be... It was always 'Oh, you'll never amount to anything' or 'You'll never be what your brother is'. My brother is a goddamn beta, Chas! And my daddy, the alpha, told me the things I just said! He disowned me but I'm being forced to stay within the pack because my brother is an asshole and won't let me leave!

I have no choice but to comfort Shea. Oh... Gee, Shea... I had no idea... if there's any way that I can help... Let me know, okay? She nods and gets up. We'd better get going if we want to reach Berlin by nightfall, Chas. Why are you going, anyway? Do you need guidance or something?

I nod and whisper Yeah; I ran away about 2 days ago and I just want to know that my family doesn't hate me for it... especially not my parents.

Eight hours later we are at the Great Wolf's doorstep. Shea walks up and rings the doorbell, which, in this day and time, is literally a bell attached to the doorframe. From inside, we hear a voice yell Come in! and so we do. It may work differently in the human world, but in the wolf world, if a wolf invites another wolf or group of wolves into their home, the wolves who were invited have the right to let themselves in. As we walk into the immense chamber, I cannot help but gasp in awe at what I see. I can tell that was Shea is nervous too, but right now I cannot waste my time with comforting her; I must speak with the Great Wolf so I can make sure that my parents are alright.

Hello, Chas. Here to check up on your parents, are you? I cannot help but gasp at the fact that she knows my name and my purpose. I also can't help but wonder what she looks like in human form. That question is answered when the Great Wolf Shifts into her human form; every moment after, all I can think is 'Va-va-voom; now that is one sexy she-wolf!' She notices my staring and stares back while snapping at her guards "Vincent, Girard; in here now!" Her guards, being the obedient type, rush to her side and aim their spears at me as though I am a rogue wolf.

"Put those down, you idiots! The boy didn't come here to be harassed by you two knuckleheads! Which begs the question, why did you come here, Chas?" I can only hope that we can see eye-to-eye on this matter, so I answer her in my politest Voice I came for answers to the question that has been tugging at my mind for the past couple of days, Your Greatness. I came because I need to know my parents' mental status.

The Great Wolf nods and replies "You have nothing to fear, young one. As the Great Wolf, I don't pride myself on jeering at others, but rather... helping them. As for your family, I have a solution to your pressing predicament; I will call upon their souls. But if I am to do that, I first need your consent to temporarily rip their souls from their bodies and summon them to us. Is that alright, young one?"

I nod at her. Of course; it is quite alright. How can one say no to the sexiest she-wolf alive? Wait, didn't I say that about Shea not too long ago? Nah; maybe I'm going insane, like Asher. Come to think of it, none of us kids have a mate yet; Father is the only one to obtain a mate in our pack thus far. "Chas" the Great Wolf says, "it is time to summon your parents' souls."

Moments later, I am back in human form and we are standing in front of a large cauldron. For the summoning spell to work, a few drops of blood- my blood -have to be mixed with crushed monkshood (aka wolfsbane) in a cauldron filled with boiling water. After she mixes the concoction in the cauldron, a whisp of smoke arises from it and divides itself in two, forming into bodies; my parents' bodies. Ma's smoke-form lifts a hand to her lips and gasps. "My baby... he's alive, Gildren!"

Dad looks at me and asks "How the hell did you get to Berlin, much less the Great Wolf's house? And for God's sake, where did you get those bruises?" I am not intimidated by his queries; I respond in a dignified voice. "I was guided here by a she-wolf" - I indicate Shea - "and the bruises were caused by a Striker. I tried to find shelter and ended up in his household."

A Striker is one who hunts werewolves; the population is mostly males, and the only known female Strikers died away years ago; one of them was my great-great-grandmother, Leah Longfellow (nee Charleston). Of course, she was human when she was a Striker; my father was changed in the mid-1100's.

Dad nods and mumbles "Hmm; he defended himself quite well... for a whelp..." Oh, gee, thanks Dad. Glad to know you care... Not!

Yeah, anyway... that's all for now! There will be a quiz uploaded soon.