Notes:

Every time I have writer's block I always turn out a chapter after a long time and it's always short but it's good because it gets me out of my writer's block.

Anyway, good news and bad news, the good news is interesting and cool things are happening in the story and I'm kind of excited to write about him. The bad news is I have zero time to do any of that shit.

School started again and holy fucking shit. I have so much work. I have to read three books a week and they're not like easy books to read. It's all 19th-century novels and it is going to murder me. And also take up all of my time. So I will write in between school work. And hopefully, I don't procrastinate too much.

But thanks for waiting for so long but I've been having really bad writer's block and anytime I was in the mood to write I wanted to write a different story so yeah. Also, I kind of burnt myself out writing the ending of book 2.

I think now I'm finally in the mood to get back into it.

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Stiles POV:


I was sitting in my room with Hayley, as I promised I was gonna help her look for her family. I was free all day today, and so was she, and so here we are in my room.

It's been about a week or two since our last conversation, we both got busy with tests, but this Saturday we were good to go. Hayley was unabashed in her snooping in my room, but honestly, I didn't care. I sat on my chair, starting my computer up. I quickly signed up using my dad's password to get on to the police database .

I know all his usernames and passwords since I learned how to use the computer; for a police officer, he's not the best with computers. I mean, he uses the same username and password for everything, and I mean everything. Luckily no one wants to hack a small-town sheriff. Well, other than myself, but it's for good causes, usually.


Anyway, while I'm searching through the database, Hayley starts up a conversation.

"So, are your family all werewolves?"

I shake my head,

"Nope. My dad's human as human can be. I think my mom was a werewolf, but then again, she never said anything, and I can't ask her anymore. But my cousin, his name is Tyler, he's a werewolf and apparently, his dad, my uncle, was one. According to him, another uncle we have is also a werewolf, but I never met either. They both died before I could meet them."

Hayley looked apologetic, but I waved her off,

"It's okay, it happened a long time ago and my uncles, I didn't really even know them. When you lose someone, you don't know it's hard to bring up emotions, so it's all right."

I t was easy to talk to Hayley, I mean I never talked about my mom, maybe to Scott when I was younger and during the Nogitsune thingy but never to strangers and never this willingly. It's all new and weird, but good.


"Are you in control on the full moon? I mean, is there even a way to do that?" Hayley asks, laying down in my bed.

Well, that was a hard question to answer because, yes, I can control it because I'm a weird hybrid and Peter can control it because he's a different kind of werewolf all together but how do I tell her that, without telling her that .

"Well, control isn't really real, you can manage it, with help. Peter helps, plus he's older and has more experience than me. We work it out. What do you do?" I asked her since I didn't know what else to say.

Hayley opens her mouth to answer when I hear Peter's car pull up front, and I hear Peter call my name.

"Actually, just give me one sec while I help Peter with the groceries, and then we can continue, cool?"

Hayley laughs and nods as I leave the room to go to Peter.

I leave her in my room, thinking nothing of it. Not knowing how anything could go wrong.


Hayley POV:


Stiles is nice. He's smart and cute, but he lies a lot. I don't know what about, and I don't actually care most of the time, but I know he does it, but we all have our secrets, I guess. When I first met him, he was energetic and really good at annoying not only the teacher but the asshole guy who sat in the back of our class. And he sat next to me for about five minutes before he struck up a conversation about the moon and the cycles or something to that nature.

Now that I think about it, he's not subtle about this werewolf business at all, which was apparent when he introduced his friend Peter and outed all of us as werewolves. But I guess it's nice to have people like me around. His friendship with Peter is odd, they get along really well, but they are such different people.

Stiles has the typical college student vibe while Peter has a businessman/ biker vibe. I thought they were dating, but Stiles adamantly told me that was not the case, and they were strictly friends. Either way, there's no problem with me.


Stiles' room is sparse, but he told me they recently moved here. Other than a bed, a desk, and a crime board, as cops have, it's empty. There are unpacked boxes lying around. I was tempted to look around when Stiles left, but I was stopped by a phone ringing. It was coming from inside one of the boxes.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I opened the box and took out the phone. It must be Stiles' phone, but I couldn't imagine how he would forget to unpack his cell phone. There was an unknown number calling, I listen for Stiles, but he was arguing with Peter outside. I decided to just answer it just in case it was important. If it's not, I could just hang up anyway. And I'm also curious why he would have two phones.

"Hello?" I said, picking up the call.

"Hello? Who's this? Where is Stiles?" Said a man's voice.

"Uh I'm Stiles' friend, we go to the same college, uh Stiles is busy do you want me to leave him a message?" I responded, maybe I shouldn't have picked up.

"Oh, hello, I'm an old friend of Stiles. When he moved, I wasn't currently in the country. I was in France. I was curious about where he moved—some of his friends that I talk to don't know. I was thinking of coming to visit... uh… for… his birthday! It's coming up in June. I want to surprise him. Do you think you could tell me where he is? Without telling him that you told me so that I could make it a really good surprise party." The man said, stumbling over his words a bit.

This was a little suspicious, I'm not an idiot, but the calendar next to his crime board has the 6th of June marked as his birthday, I mean what could the harm really be? And the guy says he was in France, maybe that's why Stiles wants to learn French. I'm not gonna give him the exact address, but I'll give him a town at least. I'm sure he'll understand, and if he doesn't, then it's obviously suspicious.

"Uh sure, we go to Yale, so we are by the campus. I think if you want the exact address, you have to ask Stiles personally, cause birthday party or not, I'm not giving his address to some random guy on the phone. No offense."

The guy, on the other hand, said no problem, and then he wasn't offended, and he hung up quite quickly afterward. I feel a little suspicious, but if his birthday comes to pass without a surprise visit from someone he used to know, then I'll tell them about the weird phone calls until otherwise, I'll just let the birthday surprise happen.

I mean, who would come after Stiles? He seems like such a nice, normal guy.


Eventually, Stiles came back in the room and motioned for me to come into the kitchen because Peter brought food, hamburgers, and curly fries. Which I was down for. I mean, my fast metabolism makes me hungry. And Stiles was really hyped about the curly fries for some reason.

Overall that day was pretty good, I had delicious food, we got to work on finding my family, and I learned when Stiles' birthday was. Also, I realized they really like meat because I open the freezer to get some ice, and it was just stockpiled in there.

Weird, but they're kind of weird in general, but they're nice. Good friends.

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Notes:

Who called?

I think I might've made it obvious, but you'll find out in the next chapter anyway.

~By the way, Hayley is only so naive because she hasn't dealt with hunters or too many other werewolves before, so the only threat that would come to her mind was being outted to normal people, so the suspicion isn't as high~