I stretched my arms over my head as I sat up. I raked my nails through my hair, hoping to make it slightly less messy. Pulling the covers back and swinging my legs around to the edge of the bed, I stood up. I looked quickly in the mirror, rubbing my eyes and wiping my chin. I tend to drool in my sleep. I pulled the skin back on the corner of my eyes hoping to not look as tired.
I checked the time to see it was 6:30 and dawn was just breaking. I poked my head out of my cart and looked both ways to see if anyone was awake. Tip toeing to the bathroom I accidently kicked a can. I froze, clenching my fists and pursing my lips, listening to see if anyone had heard. When I made sure no one's heartbeat got faster, I continued to the bathroom.
Turning on the light and closing the door behind me, I locked it out of habit. I turned on the faucet, splashing water on my face and scrubbing away the oil. I brushed out my hair and braided my sides away from my face, pulling it into a high ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom I shifted my borrowed shirt on my shoulders so that it flapped against my thighs, hiding my underwear.
I heard a bustle in the kitchen, noticing the coffee machine went off. I changed my path and decided to check it out. Derek was pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked over his shoulder when he heard me come in. I sent him a warm smile, "Hey." I saw his chest tighten; something I wouldn't notice if I didn't know him. He cleared his throat, raising the cup to his lips; he turned to look at me. His eyes flashed with emotion when he saw I was still wearing his shirt. He looked away and walked past me, "Get dressed," He muttered.
I scoffed, "Really?"
He stopped, slightly turning his head so he could look at me out of the corner of his eye, "We're training today. Pick something appropriate," Then he left.
I harrumphed, "He's really going to play this game?" I muttered aloud to myself although knowing that Derek could hear it. Marching back to my cart, I saw Isaac coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, watching me as his hair dripped water onto his chest.
I whipped off Derek's shirt, picking a black sports bra out of my many bags, pulling it over my head. "Are you alright?" I jumped and turned around to see Isaac standing in my doorway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," He murmured. He was shirtless; only wearing a pair of jeans, barefoot. He was rubbing his hair with a towel, shaking it out after.
I smiled, "You didn't," I said, trying to keep my eyes anywhere but his toned chest and extremely defined V.
He chuckled, coming closer, "Well, you did jump," He smirked as a blush rose to my cheeks.
"Well, you are half naked," I countered and he barked a laugh.
"I could say the same for you," My eyes widened slightly and I turned bright red when I remembered that I was only in a sports bra and underwear. He chuckled, brushing hair from my face and leaning down towards my ear. "And let me just say..." He purred, running his hand down my side, "You're absolutely gorgeous."
I blushed, pushing slightly on his chest when I realized I was staring... well down. "Not really," I murmured back. "I'm all bony."
He blew air out of his nose and hummed, his breath tickling my ear, "That's not the only thing that makes you beautiful. I could care less about your body. I'm not saying you wouldn't look astonishing with a few curves but I don't judge girls by their bodies," He pulled away from me, resting his hands on my hips as he flashed me a smile and kissed my cheek, leaving me frozen in place.
As he left, my mind raced. Why Isaac have such an effect on me? Even Derek can't do what he does. I slowly regained control of my muscles, slipping on my yoga pants and a white fly away crop top. I saw the jewelry bag and stopped, drumming my fingers on my leg and biting my lip. Oh what the heck. I rummaged through the bag, finally finding my naval ring. I always knew I had one but was never able to put something in. I checked my reflection one more time, smirking to myself and grabbing my varsity jacket before walking out the door. dj_dance/set?id=61503584
"I'm fine."
"Yeah you say that," I strutted into the kitchen to find Derek and Isaac bickering.
"Derek, I really don't need to see Deaton again..." He trailed off as he turned to look at me. He and Derek looked like deer in headlights with their jaws hanging open. I continued to prance over to the fridge, sashaying my hips for show. I grabbed an apple and took a bite, hopping up on the counter and looked at the two astounded boys.
"What?" I asked, taking another bite. Derek recovered first, shaking his head and grumbling something about finding his car keys. I tilted my head and turned my gaze on Isaac. I raised my brows and he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Since when do you have a belly button ring?" He asked and I was about to answer but Derek beat me to it.
"Since she was 14," I scowled at him and he bared his teeth at me. "Birthday present," I hissed. Isaac seemed to notice the tension when Derek tried to stare me down and I glowered in return.
Suddenly I grinned, catching Derek off guard. I winked at him and slipped on my jacket. I capered over to Isaac, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. He followed without protest. I heard Derek's growl and smirked to myself.
Isaac opened the car door for me, allowing me to slip in before he shut the door behind me. Boyd and Erica soon came into view along with a very pissed off Derek. I just wanted to high five someone in that moment of triumph.
He slammed his door shut, making the young wolves jump. He hightailed it out of the wooded driveway, making the three in the back grab onto the handles while I smiled, looking out the window.
Despite Isaac's multiple protests, Derek stopped at the Animal Clinic. I trotted in happily and Deaton smiled when he saw me. I grinned and waved in return. "What is with her lately? She's having some serious mood swings..." I heard Isaac mutter to Derek as Derek dragged him out of the car and into the clinic.
"It must be the full moon. She did tell me she was a different kind of wolf. Maybe that has something to do with it because I agree with you, this is weird," Derek grumbled back before greeting Deaton.
Isaac pulled off jacket and I had to look away when he whipped off his shirt. Deaton had him sit on the exam table as he examined Isaac's back. I stood against the wall and almost gagged when Derek came towards me with his 'we need to talk' look.
"So... if you're not a wolf like us... then what kind of wolf are you?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, that my dear Watson, shall remain a mystery," I said in my lovely Sherlock Holmes accent. He narrowed his eyes at me but kept his cool. I could tell by the way Isaac's head was slightly tilted that he was listening to all of this.
"Does the impending full moon have anything to do with your rapid mood swings?" I raised my brow at him.
"Example?"
"Well you were extremely overconfident in the ditch yesterday which by the way Deaton should look at your wound too-,"
"It already healed," I cut him off.
He became very confused, "That's impossible. You can't heal that fast," I let a little smirk slip onto my face as I lifted my brows along with my shoulders, indicating a shrug. "That must be another product of the full moon...
"Anyways, but when Erica and Boyd were going against you, I felt your fear. Then, not five minutes later you were being all sexy and cocky with me in the kitchen.
"And this morning you were being all nicey, nicey yet when Isaac was in the kitchen you were defying my stare! None of them do that!" He was whisper yelling at me now.
I smirked and chuckled slightly, "I act different ways around different people because I have different opinions of them. I was trying to be nice to you this morning but you blew me off like the prick you are. So yes, I was pissed and decided to grow a pair and make you realize it. I warned you, I can play your game and let me tell you, I will win every time. You think you're a good player? Well I'm the god damn coach," I heard a little snort come out of Isaac that he tried to hide with a sneeze. I could tell Deaton was wondering what was going on at this point as well. "Oh and the healing... that's a mystery even I don't know how to solve," If it weren't for the fact that it's Isaac whose hurt, I would've marched right home. No car.
Deaton shined his pen light in Isaac's eyes before standing up straight and turning to Derek. "I'd say he's good to go. He seems to be just fine," Deaton smiled and Isaac proceeded to put his shirt and jacket back on.
"Good. Let's go you two," Derek said, ushering us out. Isaac bit his lip, glancing at me. I flashed him a smile which he returned warmly. I saw emotion flash in his eyes and my brow furrowed for a moment, trying to decide what it was.
Once we reached the school, everyone groaned. "Why doesn't she have to go to school," Erica hissed, sending me a glare.
"Because one, I don't feel like signing her up and two, she's 19," Derek answered angrily, clutching the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. Isaac passed his a worried glance but coaxed Erica out none the less.
"Wow... you are cranky today!" I observed when they all got out and we sped out of the parking lot.
"Don't test me, young lady," He growled.
"Oh, young lady," I sniggered, "You sound like my father."
Derek slammed on the brakes at a stoplight. "Do you remember him?"
"Only that his favorite thing to do was yell and scold me."
"Us," Derek whispered.
"What?"
"He used to scold us when we got into trouble."
"If I remember correctly, I'm the one who used to be daring and adventurous. You used to follow me around and complain the whole time," I remarked and he barked a laugh.
"Well if I didn't go with you and watch you who would?"
"I think it turned into more than babysitting me, don't you think?" We were both quiet for a moment. "Besides, I think you bitch to hear yourself bitch," I broke the ice and he chuckled. "Are you sure this water's sanitary? It looks questionable to me," I mimicked him in a little kid voice.
"Oh god, you used to love Disney movies," He covered his face with his hand. "We watched them so many times we started to remember the lines..." I laughed. We sat in silence for a minute; all that could be heard was our breathing. "I miss this," He whispered.
"Miss what?"
"This. Us."
"What about us?"
"How we can go from fighting to laughing about the stupid things we used to do. I want to go back to us. I just want my Luna back," He murmured, voice slightly cracking.
"You know, Derek. I'll never be the same girl. Not the one you remember."
He nodded, "I know but maybe... maybe we can start over. Do it all again. Maybe..."
I shook my head, "'Maybe' is like 'Someday'. Code word for never," I muttered. The rest of the ride was in silence.
When we arrived home, Derek positioned me on the other side of the station. He got into position and told me to come after him. I had seen him do this training with Isaac and Erica. The technique is simple but difficult; catch him off guard. Make a decision that he won't expect; fight without thinking. The best fighters can tell their opponents next move by where their eyes fall; just like when you're riding a horse, you look in the direction you want to turn.
That's why I was taught to fight without thinking, play it by ear so to speak. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Rolling my eyes into the back of my head, the white sheet to cast over them making Derek double take when I opened my eyes. Did I mention I fight blind? It's all about being a Ghost. If you can't see them, they can't see you. Pretty stupid, I know, but ... it works.
I slunk into the shadows, becoming undetectable to Derek. Werewolves' instinct is to fight as a wolf which is their downfall when it comes to fighting a Ghost. Any human could see me but since Derek is pumped and ready to fight, his wolf is at the surface, making him senseless to my presence.
Coming up on Derek I could feel the unease radiating off of him. "Do you want me to really fight you?" He jumped at my nearness. I projected my voice so that he turned to the left. I'm on his right. "Or do you want me to go easy on you?" He nervously laughed, still turning in a circle to try and find me. My voice bounced off the walls, giving me the tactical advantage of his hearing.
"It's me who would need to go easy on you, sweet cheeks."
"Mm," I purred, "You sound confident. Just remember, you asked for it."
"I've fought with you before, you may be invisible but once you hit me I know what you'll do."
"You seem to be forgetting one vital piece of information, darling."
"And what's that?"
I came up right next to his hear, breathing on his neck. "I've been retrained," He turned to grab me but I jumped back, slicing his arm in the process. He roared, making his wolf present. I smirked. Stupid boy.
When he turned again I sent a right hook to his jaw. He stumbled backwards and I slid under his legs, twisting his arm around to his back. The fight continued with me dancing around his with ease and grace as he swatted blindly into the air around him, hoping to catch me. I was everywhere he thought I wasn't.
Sliding to the ground on my knees, I slashed his ankles, not nearly deep enough to hit his Achilles tendon but enough to make him fall to the ground. He landed on his chest, I slammed my elbow into the back of his knees, crippling him long enough for me to pull one arm behind his back and pin him to the ground.
He put up a fuss but fell limp when I dug my nails into a pressure point on his side. "You win," He panted. I smiled triumphantly, rolling up the film over my eyes and making myself present.
"I do think I recall this position, don't you?" I purred into his ear, still holding him down. He rolled his eyes at me. He would be able to overpower me any minute. I could feel him healing.
"Who taught you how to do that?"
"What? How to Ghost?"
"Whatever it is you just did. I don't know of any werewolves who can make themselves blind and invisible."
"You have to be blind to be invisible, silly," I kissed his cheek, taking my claws out of his side.
I clenched my back muscles, preparing for what was about to happen. "Oh yeah?" He twisted his leg to hook around my waist, essentially rolling my over so he could straddle me, pinning my arms over my head. "And I do think I recall this position, don't you?" He mimicked my tone and I smiled, rolling my eyes.
"You've obviously never been beaten by a girl," I sassed.
"Oh you've beaten me many times before but that was when you knew my weak spots and, I was only 17," He leaned close to my face so our lips were almost touching. "I wasn't as ... strong as I am now," He purred and I smiled, slightly shaking my head.
His face turned serious as he pursed his lips and his forehead creased. "What?" I questioned.
"Nothing I just... I really want to kiss you right now..."
"Then do it manly man..." I whispered. He leaned down closer and I closed my eyes.
"Whoa, am I interrupting something?" Derek growled and muttered several curses before looking up angrily at Scott.
"Yes," Derek hissed. "Fight training," He grumbled uncertainly and I giggled to myself, hiding my blush. He got off me, offering his hand to help me up. I gripped his forearm and hauled myself up.
Even though it was a short and small fight, I was sweating. I haven't used those skills since Ana died. Nor have I ever used them on a male, let alone an Alpha.
"Uh, no offense, but that did not look anything like fight training," Stiles pointed out. Derek snarled and stared at him for a moment. "But hey, who am I to judge these things?" Stiles rubbed the back of his neck nervously, practically melting into Scott's back. I chuckled, wiping off my face with a towel.
"I'm going to get some water," I informed Derek, slinking to the kitchen as I listened to the conversation.
"Shouldn't you be in school?"
"We have a problem."
"Jesus, what now?"
"Well, I told you we had Jackson... contained..." Scott trailed off.
"He kind of, maybe escaped," Stiles stuttered nervously. The tension rolled off the three of them in thick sheets. For once Derek didn't scold Stiles for talking. Silence filled the station, only to be broken by one simple word.
"Shit."
Ok, so a lot of people are Team Lisaac (Sorry couldn't come up with anything better, let me know if you do ;)) But just so you all know, Luna is conflicted about Isaac and Derek because she's known Derek since she was a kid and Isaac's new. It's basically like a competition for the boys. Like who is she going to 'choose'? In the upcoming chapters it will seem very obvious who she's 'chosen' but please don't give up on me because I have this story planned out and there are a lot of twists and information will be revealed that makes Luna decipher once again. Believe me when I say you will not even guess correctly who she's 'chosen' until the very end.
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