𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐀━━︎︎L. Dunbar ✓︎

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
❝︎The Diner❞︎

BEING THE NEW KID IN SCHOOL WAS BOUND TO GET YOU LOOKS AND WHISPERS, AND EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS THE CASE FOR ALASKA, SHE WAS SURPRISED TO FIND IT WASN'T ALL BAD THINGS. The first day ended, Alaska walked Stiles to his jeep and explained that she was supposed to meet up with Liam and that she would be back home soon. Now, she and Liam sat in a small diner, their food arriving before them as they began eating.

     "How should we start?" Alaska asked. "Should I tell you more about me? Or do you want to tell me more about you?"

     "Let's start with you." Liam said, giving her a small smile. "Although we spent two weeks together, it seems like I barely know you, but I want to."

     Alaska smiled. "Well, what do you want to know."

     Simply, he said, "Everything."

     Alaska hummed. "Alright." She pursed her lips, thinking about what she wanted to tell him. "Well, my favorite color is yellow. When I was little, before my mom died, I had a pet cat named whiskers."

     Liam chuckled. "Whiskers?"

     "I was a kid, okay?" Alaska said with a soft chuckle. "Now, if you're finished judging me." Liam rose his hands up in surrender. "Uh, let's see, I love romance movies, my favorite one is probably The Notebook. I love The Beatles. And. . . um. . . oh! I got to skip kindergarten because I started school late, however I was smart enough to go straight to first grade." She took a bite of food before crossing her arms on the table. "What about you?"

     "Well, what do you want to know?"

     Alaska thought about it for a moment before carefully asking, "How did you become a werewolf?"

     "I don't know if you want to hear that story." Liam shyly said, scratching the back of his neck.

     "I do." Alaska assured. "But, if you don't want tell me, I completely understand. Boundaries are important."

     "No, no I want to tell." Liam quickly stuttered out. "It's just a little. . . uh, unusual, I guess."

     "So far our entire friendship has been quite unusual." Alaska shrugged. "How much more strange could it really get?"

     Liam sighed, raising his brows. "You're going to really wish you hadn't asked that question." Alaska looked at him expectantly. "Alright, well, last year, there were these killers that were around town. Humans wanting the supernatural dead in exchange for money. A guy called the benefactor was orchestrating all of this. Well, it wasn't really a guy. . . actually, it wasn't a person at all really. It was a machine. Meredith Walker was helping. Anyways, I had hurt my leg in practice, Scott and Stiles took me to the hospital, one of the murdered was there―︎we called him the mute, he had no mouth―︎and I heard screaming, found myself on the hospital roof where a wendigo was. He was trying to kill me, I was hanging of the edge of the roof, barely holding on. The mute killed the wendigo and in order to save me he had to bite me to get a grip on me to keep me from falling. And then I became a werewolf. Oh! And before I knew what I was, Stiles and Scott kidnapped me."