A/N: It's the weekend, which means werewolves. Yes, I am abnormally attached to alliteration. Therefore, I have an idea that Thursday should be threesome day. It applies to a short series I'm writing that started with Inhibitions. I will start putting up the second story on Thursday. It is drama-free fluff and smut. Check it out. And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Chapter 4

"Miss Montgomery, could I please ask you to return to this planet?" Aria turned to the front of the classroom and saw Mrs. Stewart staring daggers at her. She'd been "away with the fairies", as her mother was fond of saying. She cleared her throat and needlessly smoothed her top.

"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Stewart. I will keep my attention here. Did you ask me something?" Aria looked at the clock and saw she was only half-way through her Economics class. She hoped if Mrs. Stewart had asked her anything, it was super easy. Aria had no idea what topic Mrs. Stewart was talking about. She hadn't even opened her book before the turmoil in her mind had dragged her back inside her head, as it had done in each of her other classes.

"If only you could focus on Economics as completely as you do on your daydreams. I asked if you could explain the difference between a deficit and a debt." Oh! Aria knew this, Jason had explained it to her when she was taking Government. Jason…No, focus.

"Of course, a deficit is the shortfall between revenue and expenses. Like, if I spent $200 on my credit card over the month, but I only made $150 to pay it back. $50 is my month's deficit. When the deficits are added together over time, the total is your debt." Aria's shoulders were nearly up to her ears by the time she finished talking. Mrs. Stewart studied Aria for a minute before her scowl faded to a more neutral expression and she nodded.

"I'm glad you were paying enough attention to learn that at some point, nicely explained." Mrs. Stewart turned back to the rest of the class and started talking about how the economy was affected by deficits and debt. Aria took slow, deep breaths and almost laughed when the image of using her deep breaths to blow down the 3 Little Pigs' houses, popped into her head. In the image she was her wolf self, and soon a large black wolf with deep gray eyes approached her. Aria squeezed her eyes shut and tried to banish the thoughts. She was in class, she needed to be in class. It was no use, though, eyes opened or closed all she saw was the black wolf. Aria opened her Econ book and glanced at the book next to her to find the correct page. She pulled out her notebook and a pen and tried to make it look like she was following along and taking notes. Aria could still hear Mrs. Stewart, but she quickly lost the thread of what she was saying.

The black wolf, Ezra, stood before her. She would remember to call him Mr. Fitz and to refer to him that way to other people, but the name Ezra had lodged itself in her head the moment she heard it. It was how she saw him, how she felt him. His scent was so rich and warm, like a blanket already heated by a crackling fire, or by the heat radiating from his lust inducing body. It had wrapped her up and made her feel safe and comforted, but also aware and stimulated. She could never think of that scent as "Mr. Fitz". Part of Aria wanted to forget everything about the scent and the man it belonged to. She loved Jason, truly she did. Before today there was no doubt in Aria's mind, or heart, that she and Jason were forever. They'd been together since before Alison disappeared. He'd told her that he fell in love with her the minute he heard her sing at Ali's 15th birthday party. Obviously, they were much too young to be bound at that point. But every day brought them closer to it, and now it was only a matter of months before they would make that commitment to each other. They had already had their union blessed by the pack, a ceremony a lot like a formal betrothal. It was not unheard of to break betrothals, but it was seen as a huge disruption to pack unity. Aria and Jason had both seen the fallout and neither ever considered it a possibility for them. And, of course, it still wasn't a possibility. Jason was her mate, Jason was meant for her, and she for him.

It was just, as much as she loved Jason's scent, she loved it because it was his. His scent had never overwhelmed her and made it impossible to think. Aria had loved Ezra's musk before she had any clue who it belonged to. As insane as it was, she felt like it belonged to her. She could do nothing but sit near him, breathing him in, and be happy. Aria had imagined a lifetime of being with Jason, of being with him as a person and as a wolf, but she had chosen to imagine it. Images so numerous they could cover many lifetimes had never invaded her head. She'd never felt like her daydreams about Jason were real, or that they were experiences she knew down to her core. The visions of herself and Ezra, she couldn't make out human faces, but she knew absolutely that her visions were of him, felt real and strong. She could still feel his hands caressing her, the heat of his breath on her skin.

Then there was actual touching. Aria craved Jason's touch, he knew how to rub her back, how to guide her by taking her elbow, his caresses were soft, warm, and never failed to make Aria feel loved. But, her skin had touched Ezra's for the briefest of moments, and she had been electrified. It was as if lightning had passed between them, and Aria felt the energy flow throughout her body. There was no pain, just electricity, and she felt her hair lifting away from her scalp. She saw Ezra reach for her and every fiber of her being cried out for him. She wanted to let him take her in his arms. He would hold her close and the energy would flow back and forth between them. She knew he would kiss her as she had never been kissed, they would be combustible, the sparks between them would set them alight and they would burn with undeniable passion. She saw all of this in an instant and she wanted it more than anything. But then she saw them being discovered, discovered by Jason. Ezra would be destroyed, he might even be arrested, and Aria's future would burn to ash. She whipped herself around and fled. She didn't even know if Ezra was aware of her going. She ran and ran through the empty halls and right out of the building. She flung herself at the base of a large Hemlock tree and struggled to bring her breathing back under her control. It felt like her heart was being ripped in two. A small voice inside her begged for her to go back to Ezra's classroom. It begged her to let him hold her, to forget everything and just be with him. Aria didn't even know how to tell it no, so she ignored the voice, instead.

She sat and dug her hands into the dirt beneath her, wishing she had her claws so she could tear up the ground and sink her hands deep into the life-filled soil. Her late pass was worthless if she never went to class, but she just continued to sit, picking up handfuls of dirt and sprinkling them over the ground. She was exhausted, and her head hurt, as well as her heart. After ten or so minutes, Aria picked herself up, dusted herself off, and headed to the nurse's office. She explained that her head was pounding and that she felt weak. The nurse offered to call Aria's parents, but Aria declined. She just wanted to rest and blow off the rest of second period, before attempting to be normal for third. The nurse went to get Aria medicine for her headache. It was useless, of course. Lykoi had metabolisms that ran so quickly and differently than humans, Aria would need to take half of the bottle for her to feel the benefits of the painkiller. Besides, her headache wasn't the result of unbalanced chemical levels. It was the result of unbalanced energy.

It finally occurred to Aria that she had a pouch of crystals in her bag. She hardly ever touched it, but she always had it. Ella was a second-level Wiccan priestess. If the coven grew any larger, Ella would train to achieve third-level and assume the role of high priestess for the new coven they would form. Aria grew up studying Wicca, but she felt more connected to the natural world through her Lycanthropy, so she didn't participate, anymore. Once Aria focused, she could feel the ebbs and flows of the different energies within her. She removed the mesh bag from inside the velvet pouch and filled it with healing, balancing crystals. Rose quartz, amethyst, selenite, and aventurine all went into the bag. She added clear quartz and wished she kept a moonstone in the pouch. Whenever she felt like she needed a moonstone, she had jewelry. Things were never so messed up in her head that she needed a supplemental stone, before. But, of course, she had an extra moonstone, today. She pulled Mike's new earring out of her purse and used it to replace one of several piercings she had in her ear. She tucked the mesh bag into the front of her bra, so that each stone would be in contact with her skin. By the time Aria headed to her next class, she felt almost normal. Unfortunately, Aria didn't know which crystals might offset preoccupation and obsessive thoughts. She knew it wasn't any of the ones she had, though. So, balanced energies or not, Aria's mind returned to the black wolf over and over again, the rest of the day. She was going to have to figure something out, quickly, and somehow avoid her boyfriend and her teacher, until she did.

It's hard to imagine Ella being a witch, huh. Yep, I don't know how it came to me. I may or may not throw in some Easter eggs at different points. It really just depends on how cheesy I'm feeling when I'm writing. But, introducing Wicca into this story was not just for the reaction. It will influence the story, just not sure how much. Enjoy the rest of your weekends, best shippers. Oh, and review this, please. I would really like some feedback, thank-you. Blessings to all.