Chapter 18

When Thomas opened his eyes, first he saw was Jonathan's face. Somehow he had ended up falling asleep with his head in Jonathan's lap. Despite last night and Thomas' first transformation, Jonathan's face looked so serene and peaceful, laying there, with his back pressed against the concrete wall of the bunker. The light flickered, clearly indicating the bulb would clearly soon burn out. Thomas slightly shifted but felt Jonathan's arms wrapping around him tighter. He gasped.

- "Morning, wolf boy." Jonathan whispered in his husky voice, clearing it afterwards, being all groggy, full of sleep. Thomas smiled. He didn't know why but the smile broke across his face as he said those words. He was same as Jonathan now. He was same as Scott. He was a werewolf now, fully.

- "Hey." Thomas replied, whispering and reaching up, half sitting up, pressed his lips softly against Jonathan's, kissing him gently. Jonathan responded with the same gentleness and tenderness, making Thomas question himself how had he landed himself such amazing guy, who could turn into menace one second and in next would be this sweet, caring guy.

- "What do you say we get the hell out of this bunker?" Jonathan offered. Thomas wanted to but he shuffled his feet uncomfortably, not knowing if he could – was he safe to be around people now or was he still to be threat and would he need to live in this bunker. Jonathan blinked twice as he looked down at Thomas and let out low chuckle. He pulled him up in a hug and whispered in his ear: "It's okay. You are all set to be out there again."

- "Oh." Thomas gave a sigh of relief and smiled again. That was all the encouragement he needed.

As they left the bunker, Scott had nowhere to be seen. He had left the bunker at the first light, after making sure Thomas was okay, laying safely in Jonathan's arms. Scott had rolled his eyes but smiled; Jonathan had made the correct decision to support Thomas through the process of first transformation. Speculations formulated in his head as to how Jonathan knew this bunker, seeing the claw marks all over the bunker room – someone, or, perhaps, many other young werewolves had undergone their first transactions into supernatural world of Beacon Hills. Seeing as there was at least two other packs in town, it was quite possible.

When Scott got home, before he could even open the front doors, Melissa had already swung them open, looking at Scott. She clearly didn't like the bags formulating under his eyes as this was umpteenth night Scott hadn't slept, being out there looking for both evidence and looking after Thomas.

- "Is he okay?" She asked, concerned. Sometimes even Scott was taken aback how well his mother had adjusted to the supernatural side of his. He knew she had troubles in the beginning but considering everything, she was alright with this. And then there was his best friend Stiles who had been with him from the very beginning, despite the odds. Even they had their ups and downs in their friendships and there were things they didn't agree on but in the end, friendship always won.

- "Yes, he is good. He did it." Scott nodded, feeling the tiredness seeping through his body. He was literally dead on his feet. Melissa sighed.

- "Bed. Now." She pointed upstairs. Scott looked at her and smiled.

- "Yes, ma'am." And after kissing his mother on cheek, he sprinted upstairs and after quick shower, fell in his bed, falling asleep in just minutes after his head fell on his pillow.

As for our werewolf boyfriends – they spent a day together… at Jonathan's place. Thomas felt guilty he hadn't spent much time together with Jonathan with all that had been going on. He told him all about Nogitsune's attack and how Scott had to step in and change him or else he would be gone. During the whole story, Jonathan was stiff and once or twice let out growls that reminded those of wolf growls. Thomas didn't object as he understood it was instinct to react in such way to danger as he himself had such instincts now and it clearly showed during him reciting the story as he growled once or twice himself. It caught Jonathan of-guard as he had been tensely immersed in Thomas recite of events, he laughed as he heard Thomas' animal side kick in.

- "You will get used to it." Jonathan said through his chuckles and Thomas just rolled his eyes as he threw Jonathan's pillow in his face. Thomas laughed as Jonathan looked shocked but quickly recovered.

- "You asked for it." Thomas said. Jonathan took the other pillow and threw at Thomas and the pillow fight commenced, with laughter and comments as to who got who on which body part. Who got first who, they both didn't remember but after that tickle fight followed and they tried to tire out the other but as their reserves were full, both being werewolves, it didn't end for a while. "Okay, okay, stop!" Thomas finally pleaded as Jonathan clearly had gained the upper hand and secured Thomas in such grasp, he couldn't tickle back. Jonathan had ended up on Thomas and they both got caught in the moment.

You know those moments, right? When lovers look deep in each other's eyes and the time stops and all they can see is each other. Jonathan ran his hand through Thomas' hair. Thomas' face went to shade of red but he wrapped his arms around Jonathan, coiling, needing Jonathan closer.

- "Thomas…" Jonathan whispered. That's all Thomas needed as he rose his head from bed and kissed deeply Jonathan on lips, with burning passion behind the kiss.

- "Go easy on me…" Was all Thomas responded and they both succumbed to their passion..

Neither Thomas nor Jonathan knew how tired both were really as after the passion they shared with each other they drifted to healthy, as if after long day of exhaustion, dreamless sleep. For the first time in a long time Thomas felt relieved, as there was no worry with him for a moment. It felt good, chance of happiness and peace.

Thomas…

Thomas groaned as he turned to his other side, unwilling to wake up. He felt his mind slip into consciousness but feeling Jonathan, his heat and his arms around him made him wish he could sleep five more minutes. It was so perfect.

Thomas, wake up…

Thomas lifted his hand and shoed behind him. He clearly heard the familiar, yet somewhat in veil entwined voice whisper to him nearby.

- "I don't want to wake up." Thomas mumbled in Jonathan's chest.

- "Huh?" Jonathan croaked in his husky voice.

- "Jonathan, I don't want to wake up. Let me sleep." Thomas kept talking, with his eyes still closed.

- "What are you talking about? I awoke from your mumbles." Jonathan said. Thomas' forehead creased as he opened his sleepy eyes to look at Jonathan's confused face. He opened his mouth to object to him.

Thomas, listen to me…

Thomas gasped as Jonathan opened his mouth.

- "What?" Thomas said, still trying to understand from where the voice was coming.

- "Your eyes, Thomas. They are glowing purple again." Jonathan spoke slowly. Thomas jumped out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw it too – his eyes were emitting purple glow. Just what the hell was happening to him?

Don't be afraid, Thomas...

He heard it again. The voice was clearer and it was in the room with both him and Jonathan. He quickly sat in half crouch, on high alert, his werewolf instincts kicking in as the body reacted to unknown threat they couldn't see. Then, against the dim moonlight from recently full moon, he saw the floating vision outside the window. He straightened himself out, shocked as he looked at the ghostly presence right in front of his eyes.

- "What? What do you see Thomas?" Jonathan urged as he quickly was by Thomas' side, entwining his fingers with Thomas' as he held his hand. Thomas stepped forward as the ghost smiled warmly at him, knowing Thomas had recognized it.

- "Allison?!" Thomas choked out as he watched the ghost of his dead cousin float in through window.