I got to my locker surprisingly quick after the final bell had rang; maybe it was because it was Friday and I wouldn't have to wake up (if I got any sleep, that was) early to go to a place I didn't even like going to. That was probably it, and the fact that I sprinted up the stairs. I'm honestly surprised I didn't get stuck in the wave of people that come down that stairs after the final bell; I guess I must just be getting good at maneuvering around people. I opened my locker easily, accidentally going past the last number by at least four tick marks, but no matter, if you just jiggled the handle a little it would pop open like I had put in the right combination. I dropped my backpack at my feet, unzipping it and taking out as many books, binders, and notebooks as I could with one hand to shove into the bottom of my locker. It only took two trips to put all of the previously stated items to get them all into my locker. I grabbed on binder that had not previously not been in my backpack and shoved it in, along with my copy of Lord of the Flies. I needed to go back and read the last chapter, because I'm pretty sure what I thought was happening was totally not happening. I'd have to look it up on SparkNotes when I got home. There are just too many boys in that story and William Golding is absolutely terrible at stating which character is talking.
I heard walk up and lean against the locker next to mine, the sound of someone dropping against the metal a dead giveaway. I couldn't see who it was (due to the person hiding behind my open metal door), but I assumed it was just someone waiting for their friend, boyfriend, or girlfriend. I knew for a fact that it wasn't Scott - at this point he was usually talking to Stiles or someone else within the friend group that had adopted me down by his locker before he came up the stairs to walk me out and take me home - so I went on with my daily end-of-the-day routine. Phone? Check. Headphones? Check. Folder, Lord of the Flies? Double check. I shoved my phone into my back pocket, headphones in the front pocket and zipped up my backpack. I threw it onto my shoulder, giving my locker a brief look-over to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Okay, I had everything. I pulled the other strap over my shoulder and was about to reach out and shut my locker door when the person who was on the other side of my locker did, and I was surprised to see that it was Mason. He was smirking, which I had come to assume was his resting face, now that I had seen it so many times on him. Normal people couldn't smirk that much.
"I know," he said. What the hell was I know supposed to mean? That he could read my thoughts and agreed that normal people didn't smirk as much as him?
"Excuse me?"
"I said I know; about you. Well, you and Scott..." That just confused me even more. Yes, Scott and I? Knew that we were dating? Everyone (at least I think everyone) within my friend group knew that we were dating. Has that news just gotten out to the rest of the school? "...and Isaac." Isaac? What did Isaac have to do with me and Scott dating? Mason was making absolutely no sense.
"Care to clarify what you're talking about...?" I asked, raising my eyebrows slightly.
"I know you're a werewolf," he whispered, and amused look on his face, like it was nothing. I'm so glad that he went about whispering it, because that was something I did not want regular people hearing that might have been listening in.
"So?" I said, but I had a sick feeling settle over my stomach for an unknown reason and I shifted my balance. It must have registered on my face that him knowing this little detail of my life made me uncomfortable because he chuckled, and continued on speaking, leaning a little closer to me.
"I know that Scott and Isaac are too, as well as Aiden and Ethan, but that really doesn't matter because they aren't a part of his pack. Your pack. Well, at least the part that is wolf-comprised. I don't see why he has to pull humans into his pack; it isn't like they're helpful or anything," he said arching his eyebrows for a second in the sassiest manor possible. "But the problem is, you see, you were supposed to be my beta, part of my pack." Okay, I was done with this. This was going to turn somewhere nasty and I did not want to be a part of whatever was going to happen, so I took a step away, a step towards the stairs. But he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back against the locker and standing in front of me, putting his hands on the locker behind me, keeping me from making an escape. He just continued his evil villain monologue, clearly becoming more agitated as he spoke. "I knew there was a chance that the bite wouldn't work, but obviously it did, killing all of that cancer tucked you had tucked away inside you. And everything was going smoothly until that idiot showed up on that shitty motorbike of his." His eyes flashed red briefly, and he let out a breath, like he was resisting the urge to rip someone's throat out. "Now we're left here with a problem; you're not in my pack. But sadly, it's not going to stay that way. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Natalie. Either you join my pack willingly, or you'll have no pack left at all. It's your choice; just be sure to make the right one." He pushed off the locker and stalked off down the hallway, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as two people suddenly appeared out of nowhere and followed after him, both glancing back at me; a girl with short blonde hair and a short boy, who couldn't be older than 15. They must be in his pack.
I wanted to slap myself for being so stupid. How did I not notice that Mason was a werewolf? Because I'm a fucking idiot, that's how. I put my hands on my face and just slowly slid down my locker until I was sitting on the floor. All I could think about how I was the epitome of stupid right now. How had I honestly not noticed? Maybe it was because I was told that there was only a certain number of werewolves within Beacon Hills? I guess we're due for a recount now. I ran my hands into my hair, standing back up and leaning against the locker. I could deal with this; and by deal with this I meant completely ignore it. He had to be giving empty threats, he really wouldn't turn to massacring my pack. My pack...I'd just ignore it until it became a problem again.
With that, Scott came up the stairs, the crowds of people in the hallway almost gone, most already out of the school. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers as he reached me. I wouldn't tell him, I couldn't tell him; there was no way in hell I could tell him what Mason had said to me.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, but I wasn't completely there. All I could think about was Mason all wolfed out, standing over a bloody body. Scott's bloody body. We were out at the parking lot by time I snapped out of my little daydream - well, more like a day-nightmare - and Scott was holding out my helmet for me. I took it and hopped on the bike behind him, gripping his torso extra tight. He was my lifeline, and I could not lose him; he was the only thing keeping me alive.
A/N: Thanks a whole bunch guys for 100+ followers! I really appreciate it. ;D
Also, how about that plot twist, eh? MASON'S A WEREWOLF AND WANTS TO STEAL NAT!