Luna

THE NEXT DAY, SCOTT and Stiles were heading to New Mexico to rescue Kira.  Her and her mother had taken her there to see if a group of people, called Skinwalkers, could fix the evil fox spirit within her.  They'd asked Kira's father where his wife and daughter had gone.  As soon as they knew, they were packing up and prepping the jeep for the long journey.  I would've went with them, but they understood I had to figure out what was going on with me.

The sun was on the other side of the world when I decided it was time.  I'd been debating the entire day on whether or not to do something I haven't had the courage to do since I was kid.  For the last nine years, I've avoided entering any of my family's rooms.  It's something I never brought myself to do because it would make them leaving just that much harder on me.  It was hard anyway, but seeing an empty room where I'd seen my parents or siblings living in would've thrown me over the edge.  Now, it didn't make any sense for me to be so afraid.  Now, I knew the truth and knew my family didn't care enough to look more into what happened.

I'm standing in front of my parent's bedroom door.  If they left anything that would tell me about my ancestors, it would be in this room.  Any room that wasn't a bedroom I've already searched.  I take a deep breath.  Shakily, I grip the doorknob and, in one swift motion, twist and shove the door open.  Staleness and my mother's perfume is the first thing I smell when the door opens up fully.  My feet are glued to the floor.  The sight of the layers of dust around the room and the empty dresser drawers that have been left open makes me dread the decision to ever open the door.  But I shove myself into the room before I can talk myself out of it.

The first place I search is the closet next to bed.  Just like the dresser, the closet is completely bare.  For people who left awfully quick, they made sure to grab everything they've ever owned.  I check under the bed, the adjoining bathroom opposite the bedroom door, and any place else someone could hide things under.  The only thing I was doing was shifting the dust around to create piles of it.  I groan and kick the corner of the bed.  The entire wooden bed frame slides a few inches across the floor, bundling up the rug underneath it.  I tug at my hair and stair at the floor.  My eyes glance back forth as I try to think of any other place my parents could've left something behind in.  There's no way they left me completely defenseless and ignorant.  Then, I see it.

The wood floors are placed horizontally next to each other until it reaches the spot that was under the rug.  There, the wood planks become wider and change directions.  I shove the bed full force across the room and rip up the rug, not caring how bad it looks.  Following the length of the wooden planks, my eyes land on a built in handle and I'm quick to pull it up.  What's revealed takes a few seconds for me to comprehend and for it to register what it means.  The compartment is large enough to hold a small child inside.  There are piles of leather books, scattered photographs, and other collectibles.  I sit down on my knees to pick up a couple of the photographs and they seem to be pictures of past generations of the Louve family.

I place the photographs back inside and grab all of the books.  There's at least ten different books, all marked with different dates and names of each Alpha my family has had.  I can feel the hope raising in my chest as I toss the books aside to close the compartment back up.  I straighten the rug back over the secret door and replace the bed.  Slowly, I pick up the stack of books and suddenly they feel heavier than before.  The answer to what's happening to me could possibly be inside one of these books and it scares me to think I could actually be this close to figuring it out.

Carrying the books into my room, I place them on my nightstand.  My shoulders were heavy with the weight of the knowledge within these journals.  It could all possibly end right now, and I could find out if I really do have the power of my ancestors.  All I have to do is flip open the cover and read.  But I can't seem to bring myself to do it.  What if I don't like what I find?  What if it's something horrible and I'm actually destined to become something demonic?  Was my family leaving really just because I "killed" or did they know something about what kind of werewolf I'd become?  It's hard to tell because they're not here to explain.

I snatch the books off the nightstand and stuff them under the bed.  It was a quarter till three in the morning, and I had school in the morning.  I pull my blanket off the bed and grab a pillow before carrying them down the stairs.  Sleeping as far away from the journals as I can will be the only way I can get a decent amount of sleep tonight.  With the pillow on the arm rest of the couch, I lay across the rest of it with my head on the pillow.  As soon as I'm laying in a comfortable position on my back and my arms above my head, I begin to doze off.  But I jump awake not ten minutes later at the sound of my front door slamming open.

"Theo, what the fuck?" I scream when I detect who's at my door.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar?" he asks in a sarcastic tone.  He fakes a look of surprise when he sees my drooping, tired eyes.  "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"It's almost three o'clock in the morning, Theo.  What do you want?"  I sit up and rub at my face.  He approaches the couch and plops down next to me.  "No, get out.  I didn't invite you in," I say tiredly.

"Isn't that a vampire thing?"

"It's a polite thing.  Something you obviously don't know about.  Now get the hell out."

"Can't a guy just come over to his neighbor's house at three in the morning to talk without being told to get out?"

"Not when said guy is a power-seeking asshole who stabbed his said neighbor in the back," I deadpan, staring at him without any emotion.  He just rolls his eyes and sits up from leaning back into the couch cushion.  His body is a lot more closer than I originally thought.  I can feel his body heat from where I'm sitting and it makes me shiver from the contrast in body temperatures from his to mine.  In my peripheral vision, I can see his biceps bulge and his prominent shoulder blades poking out of the back of his tight t-shirt.  I shiver again because I can't help my body's reaction to him even though I wish I could.  Deep in my gut, I become angry.  Angry that my body was reacting this way to someone like him.  Angry that he turned out to be someone I called "someone like him."  Angry that he would do something so horrible when we'd been so close.

"You need to go, Theo.  Right now," I tell him.  He doesn't listen.  Instead, he moves closer to me so our knees are touching.  I swallow the ball in the back of my throat as his face gets closer.  "Theo, go."

"You don't really want me to go."  The anger diminishes from my gut and is replaced with desire.  I fight against the feeling, hoping it'll go away and I'll just settle on being angry.  I squeeze my thighs together to contain myself, but Theo places his smooth hand on the upper part of my exposed leg and I about lose it.

"I can't control myself around you," I admit breathlessly.

"Then don't."

He's the first to move in to kiss me.  His lips are soft, but the way he kisses me is rough.  Like it doesn't mean anything, it's just physical.  I'm shockingly okay with that.  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down with me as I fall back against the couch.  The hand previously on my thigh roughly brushes up my side, lifting my shorts and shirt up enough to feel his warm fingers burn against my skin.  He positions himself to where one of his knees is between my legs and the other one is hanging off the couch with his foot planted on the floor.  His arms hold him up at my sides as I squirm underneath him.  Our tongues meet and the familiar taste of tangerines invade my taste buds.  The taste causes me to tug at his hair which makes him groan into my mouth.

My hands trail down to the hem of his t-shirt and begin to slide the cotton material upward.  We lose contact for a moment while he rips the rest of his shirt off his body.  He shudders when my fingers run over his abdomen, then his chest, before returning to his hair to tug harshly at.  His head jerks back and a grunt of pleasure releases from his mouth.  My lips attack the base of his neck where I work on a mark that'll be gone a few seconds after it's made.

As soon as the rest of his body starts to work against mine, I flip us over without realizing we would end up on the floor.  There's a loud thump as Theo lands first on the hard wood, but we don't pay any attention to it as we continue to feverishly grope each other.  My lips brush forcefully against him as I trail them down his chest.  He hisses when my teeth graze across his heated skin.  The rest of the night is spent touching and memorizing each others bare skin like it was going to be the last time.

Hopefully.

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A cold breeze is what wakes me up in the morning.  The sun is just rising over the horizon and I know this because the front door is standing wide open.  The cool morning air drifts in, fluttering my blanket up my legs.  My bare skin is covered in goosebumps from the breeze and the coolness of the smooth floor I'm laying on.

Theo isn't anywhere around me which is what I expected.  I knew he wouldn't stay till morning.  It's better that way anyway because I don't think I could handle dealing with what happened between us so early in the morning.  Did I regret it?  I should.  Should it have never happened?  Absolutely.  Would I ever want to speak of it?  Never.  Which is definitely not how I would feel after my first time, but for some reason there was nothing that could bring myself to stop.  It was something I wanted desperately in the moment, and there's no reason why I should feel guilty about it.

Except for the fact he's an asshole.

I guess it's my fault when all my life I've been drawn to the sarcastic and brutally honest characters.  Both in real life and books.  Theo fit most of the criteria in my eyes until I found he blamed his sister's death on me.  Then, he just became the typical bad boy who only looks out for the best interests for himself.  Most girls have at least once fantasized about being in the line of vision of one of these guys.

Wrapping the blanket around me, I stand up and close the front door.  I head up stairs and immediately get in the shower to wash off the sweat from the previous night.  When I'm finished, I take my time in getting ready.  Although I can heal quickly, the memory of the pain I felt during my late night activities is still in my mind.  I shimmy myself into dark, high-waist jeans and tug a off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved shirt over my head.

After slipping my sneakers on, I stand in front of my bed with my hands on my hips.  Everything about my family and everything about what's going on with me is under this bed.  By the end of the day, I'll know.

I get low enough to look under my bed to grab the books, but I find empty space.  The books aren't where I left them and I start to panic.  I jump up from the floor and twist around the room to see if I left them anywhere else.  I know it's useless because I know I stashed them under my bed.  I run back into my parents bedroom and move everything to uncover the secret compartment.  Everything but the journals are still inside.  The sound of Theo's truck starting up from outside hits my ears.  As soon as I hear it, I'm sure the missing journals and Theo are connected.  Running down the stairs and out the door, I chase after Theo's truck that's backing out of his driveway.  I'm yelling for him to stop but since he's still pulling away, it's obvious he's intentionally ignoring me.

I groan and run back into the house to grab my keys.  Slamming the door shut behind me, I quickly climb into my truck and peel out of the driveway.  Soon, I arrive at the school and park next to Theo's truck where I usually park.  He must've went over the speed limit to get over here because he was no where around outside.  I slow my pace and walk inside the building.  My first stop is my locker.  Theo and I still have first period together so I'm not worried about not finding him before class starts.  Unless he decides to skip class altogether.

The speakers overhead screech as they turn them on to make an announcement, "Attention all students.  Mr. O'Quinn's classes are canceled for today.  If anyone knows his whereabouts, please let the office know immediately."

I hear Mason's voice from where he's standing down the hall from me with Liam, "That doesn't sound too ominous."  When Liam doesn't answer him, I glance up at them.  Liam's staring at someone with his jaw clenched.  "You said Scott told you not to do anything."

"I know," Liam says through clenched teeth.  With furrowed brows at what they're talking about, I make my way towards them.

"Liam, you said you weren't gonna get involved." Mason sounds like he's trying to keep Liam from doing something stupid, so now I know for sure I need to approach them.

"I know," Liam says again.

Mason moves in front of the Beta, "Liam, don't get involved."

I step around the two boys from behind Liam, and I place a hand on Liam's shoulder.  The person Liam was glaring at becomes clear when I see Theo standing next to Hayden at her locker talking.  Liam's eyes leave them for a moment as he glances towards me.

"Mason's right, Liam.  Don't get involved," I state, glaring at Theo like he had been doing.  Liam stares at me for a couple seconds.

"You smell different."  He glances down at my outfit.  "You look different, too.  Did something happen?"

I glance at him while my cheeks turn a bright pink, "No, nothing happened."  I walk away from the two of them towards Theo who's about to walk away with Hayden.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason asks after me.

I shout over my shoulder, "Liam can't get involved, but I can."

As Hayden walks past me, Theo tries to follow but I push him up against the lockers.  He runs his eyes up and down my body with a smirk on his face.  I'm angry with him, yet I'm slightly turned on and I don't know why.

"It's alright, Hayden.  I'll meet with you later," Theo explains, not even glancing at the newly resurrected girl.  I hear her walk away and focus on Theo.  "Ready for round two already?"

I glance to where Liam was standing to see if he was listening.  From the look on his face, I can tell he is and he's not happy with what he heard.  My jaw clenches and I glare up at Theo.

"That is never going to happen again.  It wasn't even that good," I try, hoping to get under his skin.

"Really?  Because I can smell just how good it was for you and don't think I didn't notice the change in clothes either."

I shake my head, "It has nothing to do with you.  Besides, that wasn't the reason I needed to talk to you.  I need to talk to you because I know you stole something from me."

"Yeah, you're vir-"

I slam him up against the lockers and hold my hand against his throat, "Don't."

He just smiles, "You're right.  I can't steal something you gave up willingly."

Almost as soon as the words come out of his mouth, my hands leave his body.  The words cause a tingle to build in my sinuses and a ball to form in the back of my throat.  I push the feelings to the back of my mind and focus the feelings of anger instead.  Theo doesn't seem to think he went too far in his words which helps in keeping my anger at the front of my mind.

"I was talking about the journals you stole from under my bed," my voice is steady and clear.

"Whatever do you mean?"

I can't take it anymore.  My arms pulls back and I punch him in the jaw.  Maybe it was the unexpectedness of the punch or maybe it was the power behind it, but Theo ends up on the floor when it's done.

"If you don't hand the journals back over by the end of the day, I will rip your throat out."

Hi, guys! How'd y'all like that little heated Leo scene? Like it, love it, felt it was a little rushed? Well if it's the latter you'll understand in the next chapter or so.  Also, when I wrote the little comeback from Theo about Luna giving up her virginity, I honestly felt that in my chest.  Not kidding, but it's probably one of the best comebacks of Theo's existence like seriously lol
I changed the cover once again but I honestly love it and I'm definitely not changing it.  I actually made it believe it or not.
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