"Where the hell were you?!" Stiles stormed at me, his eyes blazing.

"I was-" I tried to answer.

"You. You! Did you kidnap her? I knew there was something dodgy about you!" Stiles pointed his finger at Jordan and took a few steps closer.

"Hey! I just went to town okay?" I say, pulling him away from Jordan.

"Stiles, she's fine, we don't have time for this. We need to... revise for our test." Scott says, aware that Jordan is still here. Stiles let's out a frustrated sigh.

"Go home. We'll talk about this later." Stiles rolls his eyes.

"You're not the boss of me." I say, my tone rising and I start to walk backwards, pulling Jordan along by the arm.

"I mean it!" Stiles shouted in my direction as Scott pulled him back towards the school.

"Liam are you coming?" I ask. My voice softer now.

"I have to help them, I'll call you later." He says as he jogs after Scott and Stiles.


"Don't you think you should listen to your brother and go home?" Jordan chuckled. We were sat by the stream in the woods, side by side on the bank.

"Nah. He's just angry that I had a day off school and he didn't." I grinned.

"Really? It sounded like he thinks there's something dangerous around." Jordan says. I perk up, what does he know?

"No, the only dangerous thing is me with my bow." I tried to joke.

"I wouldn't be too sure." Jordan shrugged. "If I tell you something. Promise me you won't freak out?" He asked as he stood up. I stood up to face him. I knew what was coming, I just wished that it wasn't true.

Jordan's eyes turned into a golden sort of colour, the same colour as Liam's werewolf eyes. My stomach churned. I had fell for him, but he is a werewolf, like pretty much everyone else in my life. He had been my normal escape. He stood, waiting for an answer.

"Great. Just great." I sighed.

"How are you not freaking out?" He stared at me in surprise.

"I thought you were normal. Why didn't you tell me?" I sighed once more.

"I wanted to, I didn't know you would be so chilled out about it. You're not even asking questions."

"Okay. Liam is a werewolf. My brothers best friend is a werewolf. I'm kind of used to the glowing eyes Jordan." I take my phone out of my pocket.

"What? Really? Since when? What are doing? Who are you texting?" He watched me frantically.

"Scott can explain better than me." I look up at his vunerable eyes.

"Who's Scott?" He frowns.

"I'm Scott." A voice from behind us spoke.

"Did you follow us? What the hell Scott!" I say in annoyance.

"I smelt him. He must be a new wolf because I couldn't pick up his scent before." Scott approached us.

"Who are you?" Jordan asked him, confused. Scott flashed his red eyes at him. "Woah you're an alpha?" He gasped at the sight of Scott's blood coloured eyes.

"How long have you been a werewolf Jordan?" Scott cautiously scanned him with his eyes.

"Uh, about a month." Jordan shrugged.

"So you've only experienced one full moon?" Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Jordan looked at the ground.

"Oh god." I mumble as Scott and I exchanged worried glances.

"I'll tell the others that we have another werewolf staying at Lydia's cabin tomorrow night." Scott says to me.

"Are you sure? I don't know how to control it. You know, the change." Jordan said desperately.

"Which is why we need you with us so we can keep an eye on you." Scott sighed.

"And make sure you don't kill anyone." I roll my eyes.

"And that." Scott agreed.

"Should we tell him about Theo?" I ask.

"I knew there was something about Theo!" Jordan gritted his teeth.

"I'll tell him about Theo. You need to go home before Stiles freaks out." Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Fine." I say as I walk off. I didn't say goodbye to Jordan, for some reason it felt too weird.


As soon as I got home, I had got a lecture from both Stiles and Dad. In all fairness they should be happy, I was finally being a normal teenage and skipping school. I mean isn't that better than being chased by beserkers. After dinner, a hot bath and a phone call with Liam, I abandoned all motivation to complete any of my homework. Instead I got dressed into my grey silky nightdress and climbed into bed.

I was half asleep until I felt a gust of air come from the direction of my window. Strange, I never left it open. I turned to face it and saw a dark figure climbing into my room.

I jumped out of bed in fear and frantically turned on my bedside light. To my relief it was Jordan.

"Jordan! What are you doing?" I hissed, walking towards him.

"I needed to talk to you, I know everything. Scott told me about everything. Literally. Theo is insane!" He sighed.

"But what are you doing here?" I gesture around.

"I wanted to ask you something." He put his hands in his pockets.

"Have you ever heard of a front door? Just because I now know that you're a werewolf doesn't mean you can climb through my window whenever you feel like it." I quickly put on my dressing gown.

"Your front door was locked."

"Yeah. It's 2am."

"Are you mad at me?" Jordan blurted out.

"No, just next time give me a warning or something before you-"

"No I mean, are you angry that I didn't tell you that I was a werewolf?" His eyes turned soft.

"Well obviously you're not going to go around telling random people that are you?" I say, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Well no but. Does it... change anything?" Jordan shuffled awkwardly.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"Bewteen us. Do you see me differently?"

"Look Jordan, can we talk about this some other time?" I say as I gently push him back towards the window.

"No." Jordan says as he holds my wrist to stop me from pushing him any further. "Look I'm sorry that I'm not who you thought I was but I'm still me. I'm still totally into you and I needed to know if I still have a chance." He stated.

He is totally into me? I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I looked deep into his eyes, they were pure and loving, just like how they were when we first went to the stream. I felt a pang of guilt. I did still like him, I just wasn't ready to have feelings for a werewolf.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay?" I manage to say to him. Hurt struck his eyes, it pained me to see his sorrow. I watched as he disappeared outside my window, shutting it firmly behind him.