Chapter 3

The front door of the house opened up, making me look up from my quick-made dinner. My Aunt Kathy walked in wearing scrubs, looking a little tired.

"Someone got the job," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, starting on bedpan duty, but at least it's something. How was school?"

My head looked down, finishing up my dinner, "It was okay... I met someone."

Quickly my Aunt looked over at me, halting any movements and looking excited. I caught her look and quickly shook her head, "Not what you think. I want to stay as far away from him and his friends as possible."

Confusion filled my Aunt, "Why?"

I sighed, knowing sooner or later I'd have to tell her. Maybe she knew what was happening to me?

"I met the guy yesterday in the woods when I went for my run. We ran into each other. He's a werewolf, I could smell it. And he's an Alpha."

"How do you know?"

Standing up, I went to put my dish in the sink with a heavy sigh, "Because of what happened. He knew what I was too, and we found ourselves racing. In the end, his hand grazed mine and I lost control. My eyes changed and I felt... strange. And then today in the hallway at school it happened twice. No one saw me, but... What happening?"

My Aunt looked at me with sympathy. "What do you feel when you're with him?"

I thought back to being with him in the woods and hallway. "Drawn to him. He's nice and a little shy but in a sweet way. I find myself wanting to stay and talk with him, and wanting to go to the game tonight."

"You were invited to a game tonight?" My Aunt asked with excitement.

"Yeah, by both Scott and his friend Lydia. I wasn't planning on going though."

Watching my Aunt, I could tell her mind was racing with thoughts. She caught me watching her and resumed her smile as she stood up and walked over to me. She took my hands on hers, "You said we should try and make a life here. What your feeling... You should explore it. Don't push people away that could be your friends or more."

"But what if we have to leave again? I don't want to put others through that again, or myself."

"You survived it once, you can survive it again. And something tells me, this time it's different. So, go to the game, have fun, and enjoy life. That's what I want for you, and that's what your parents wanted for you too."

I looked down at my Aunt's hands before groaning and looking up at the ceiling. "I guess I better get going."

My Aunt smiled in triumph before hugging me. When she pulled away, she asked, "Do you want to use the car?"

"No, I need the fresh air," I grumbled as I walked to my room and threw a sweatshirt on. I threw my hair into a high pony-tale before heading out with my phone and some money.

"Alright, I'm going, I'll text you when I'm coming home."

"Okay, be safe, love you."

"Love you too," I smiled before walking out the door.

Unlike this morning, my feet seemed to pick up speed the closer I got to the school, feeling excited. I could see a few cars parked around along with a man yelling and a whistleblowing every five minutes.

As I got closer, I saw the stands held about ten people in them. In front of the stands was a long bench, holding the team. Half of them were playing out in the field while the other half was wandering around or talking to friends. There were even a few that was racing to do their homework.

My eyes scanned the field, my hands in my pockets as I watched the Lacrosse players. Half wore their regular jerseys while the other half had shirts over them, seeming to split the team into two.

Yeah, cause that shows teamwork.

Suddenly, my attention was pulled to the side of me, where the benches were. I watched as Scott ran over to me, his jersey on while his helmet seemed to stay behind on the bench. The red looked good on him, reminding me of his eye color. The white numbers stood out, 11.

"Hey, you came," Scott smiled wide.

"Yeah, I figured this was more fun than sitting around at home," I said with a small smile, looking out in the field before looking back at him.

"I'm glad you came, Lydia and Malia are on the bleachers if you want to sit with them. I'll be playing for another half an hour."

I nodded, "Okay, good luck."

"Thanks," Scott nodded before turning around and running back to the bench where Styles waited.

As if on cue, Lydia jogged over to me, interlocking her arm into mine. "Thank God you came, we need more people to cheer them on."

I chuckled slightly, "Why don't they know how good they are?"

"The opposite, it's to make them think they're good when actually, they suck," Lydia said, tugging me up the bleachers to where Malia was.

"Hey," Malia said with a smile and wave.

"Hey," I smiled back before Lydia was screaming in my ear. Even without werewolf hearing, I would squint in pain. Malia yelled out Style's name and clapped her hands, seeming to not be as into it as Lydia was.

My mind recalled how I acted in school, making me tug at Lydia's arm. "Hey, I wanted to apologize for how I acted in school. I'm just, not used to meeting people," I half lied.

Lydia smiled, "It's okay, I kind of figured. Stiles still thinks you're here to kill all of us, but Scott trusts you."

Malia spoke up to her friend, "But Scott trusts everyone."

Making eyes that say "shut up", Lydia turned to her friend before turning back to me and shaking her head. "Still, he likes you and wants us to welcome you."

Their words perked my ears, "Wait, you know what we are?"

Malia and Lydia looked at each other before chuckling. Lydia held up her hand a little, "Banshee."

"Werecoyote," Malia said, confirming my past thoughts.

Dang.

"Scott, as you know, is an Alpha."

"And Stiles?" I asked, making Malia lean past Lydia.

"Human."

How a human could survive all of these supernatural creatures was beyond me. But, I found myself proud of him to think he could survive all this craziness. Hell, there are times where I don't think I can.

For the rest of the game, I found myself loosening my tension and enjoying myself a little. I found myself even rooting for Scott a few times. By the end of the game, I found myself not wanting to leave yet. My adrenaline was still fired up, making me want to run or something exciting just to get it out of me. But I stopped myself from that idea.

Malia walked off to talk with Stiles after the game while Lydia walked with me towards the cars. "I'm glad you came tonight, I swear Scott plaid better tonight than he ever has."

"Thanks for inviting me," I smiled, my hands in my pockets.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at school," Lydia said, waving at me. I waved back before watching her climb into her car and ride off.

I started my walk back home, only reaching the end of the parking lot before a loud noise filled my ears, making my excitement grow. Looking over my shoulder, I watched a lime green dirt bike drive up, stopping next to me.

"I'm jealous," I said over the engine, making Scott turn it off and smile wide.

"Yeah, I saved up all summer for it," He said, patting his bike. "I hope we didn't suck too bad out there," Scott said.

Smiling, I shook my head, "Trust me, I've seen worst."

"Where are you parked?" Scott asked, confused as he looked around for my vehicle.

I shrugged as I pulled my hands out of my pockets, "Don't have a car. My Aunt is the only one who has one. I've been meaning to get something, I just haven't had time."

Scott nodded, staring at me for a moment, "Do you want a ride?"

My head tilted to the side a little, studying Scott to see if he was serious. When he nodded for me to hop on and scooted up for me to sit, I knew he was. I couldn't help but smile wide as I walked over and climbed on the back of the bike.

"You know the way to my heart, Scott McCall," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. The feeling of him being in my arms sent my senses into overdrive. His scent, this close, clouded my mind and I felt my control loosen. I felt Scott suck in a breath before releasing it and starting the engine.

This was what I needed to end my night. The loud engine in my ears and the wind hitting my face. Scott's scent seemed to enhance the experience, making me giggle like a little school girl.

Scott glanced over his shoulder at me, pushing his bike to go faster if possible. He started to slow though, letting me give him directions to my house.

My house came into view too quickly, making me wish I had "gotten us lost" just so I didn't have to get off the bike yet.

Pulling into the driveway, Scott turned off the engine and put the kickstand down. I climbed off, feeling the small breeze hit the parts of me that were touching Scott and cooling it down.

"That was amazing," I said, excited as I smiled wide. "I don't remember the last time I went that fast."

Scott looked at me admiringly, smiling just as I was. "Well, if you want me to pick you up for school tomorrow, I can."

I found myself blushing, actually blushing as I looked at Scott. My thought ran to why I was here in the first place, only to get pushed aside by the feeling I just had being on the bike with Scott.

"I'd like that," I said, almost a whisper. I was afraid if I spoke any louder I'd chicken out.

Nodding, Scott whispered back, "Okay, good."

We both stood there, staring at each other in such a way that I wondered if we'd ever break eye contact. I could feel his body pulling me like a magnet, making it hard to fight. But, somehow, I managed to pull my eyes away and take a small step back, a whimper-like noise leaving my lips. I cleared my throat to cover it off before smiling again.

"Thanks again for the ride, Scott."

"No problem. I'll pick you up tomorrow?"

"Sounds good," I said, slowly walking backward till I reached my door. I waved slightly, him copying my action before I slipped inside.

When I closed the door, I found myself snapping back into reality and realizing what just happened. I began panicking slightly, unsure of why I was feeling so magnetic towards this guy.

My Aunt stepped out of her room in her PJs, walking into the living room. "Was that a bike I heard?"

"Yeah, it's Scott's," I said stuffing my hands into my pockets and gave walking in the direction of my room. I went to squeeze past my aunt but she grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Honey, what is it? Is something wrong?"

I starred at my Aunt, unsure of how to respond. Do I lie or tell her the truth?

"I'm scared," I spoke truthfully, making my Aunt look at me sympathetically. "I, I don't know what's happening to me and I hate it," I leaned against the wall.

My aunt reached out to me but stopped herself and lowered her hand. "Did something happened with Scott?"

"Yeah, the best thing happened. He was so excited to see me there tonight, and I was excited to be there. Then he brought me home on his bike and... God, it was the best feeling I've ever had. My senses were running so wild I thought I was going crazy but in a good way. And then he said he'd pick me up tomorrow and, I couldn't stop myself from saying yes because I just want to be with him again, feel that way again. And it terrifies me because I don't even know him. I mean what if I fall too hard, too fast and he winds up being another Lucas?" I gestured out, not realizing my eyes were watering till I felt one roll down my cheek.

This time my Aunt didn't stop her motions, instead, she leaned into them more and hugged me.

"This Scott, though I don't know him, is not Lucas."

I pulled away, "How do you know?"

"Because Lucas never made you feel this way. Am I right?"

I thought back to when I met Lucas, going on dates, everything we did. It was fun at first before it all went south. But even all those fun times couldn't hold a candle to the one ride I had with Scott. To the way, I felt about him.

Rubbing my arms, my Aunt continued, seeing my realization. "I think you're scared because of everything that happened, and you have every right to be, but don't let the past stop you from feeling rather good that you have right now. I can't explain why you are feeling this way or losing control right now, but if it feels this good, this safe, then don't try to explain it. Just, enjoy it."

My Aunt was someone who always knew what to say. And tonight was no different.

I hugged her before drying my eyes abs heading to my room. I changed before crawling into bed, my mind finally calming and my body falling from the high I felt earlier. That night I dreamt of a black-haired boy and a lime green bike.

I honestly love Luna's relationship with her Aunt. I wish I had an Aunt/mom like that!

What actress do you see playing Luna's Aunt?

What are your thoughts on the reasoning behind Scott and Luna's eyes always changing colors?