Full Moon II Stiles Stilinski

II

Elara

I woke up with butterflies filling my stomach, my nerves were heightened before I had even woken up enough to remember why. Today was my first day of junior year, and I was going to public high school. I haven't been to public school since eighth grade, due to my parents deciding to homeschool me when I turned thirteen. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. I was a supernatural creature, with claws and fangs, and somehow the thought of being in crowded hallways and classrooms with students that I hadn't gone to school with in over three years terrified me.

With an exhale, I got out of bed. The floor creaked beneath my feet as I padded over to my bathroom. I entered the room and turned on the light, taking in my reflection. I looked exhausted. My light blonde hair was a mess and bags adorned my green eyes. I began to brush my teeth while thinking of the events of the previous night. I had almost allowed myself to forget about the nightmare I had.

I made my way downstairs, hearing the familiar sounds of my family busying around. As I approached the kitchen, I noticed that my brother was already up, scrolling on his phone and eating a bowl of cereal. My dad was sitting next to him at the kitchen island, reading the paper and sipping on a cup of warm coffee.

"Morning honey, how did you sleep?" my mom asked, looking up from her place at the kitchen sink.

"Good." I smiled back, choosing to leave out the nightmare I had the night before. I had decided that it was caused by nerves due to my first day of school. The whole reason I had started homeschooling was because I was starting to lose control of myself and my abilities that came with being a werewolf.

"How are you feeling about your first day?" She asked. Her eyes were warm, but I could see a glint of worry in them. My parents were reluctant to send me back, but they knew I couldn't stay sheltered for my entire life.

"Excited, but also nervous," I admitted, while I grabbed a bowl to pour myself a bowl of cereal.

"Jana, don't look so on edge." My dad said as he looked toward my mom, receiving an eye roll from her. "Elara, you're going to be fine, you have your brother."

My twin brother Tucker looked up from his phone screen and directed his gaze towards me. "As long as you don't tear someone to pieces, you should be fine." He chuckled.

My body tensed at his words and anxiety started to fill my stomach. I was used to Tucker making jokes like this. Unlike me, he wasn't a werewolf, so he didn't understand the negative effect they had on me. Although I had gotten used to his comments over the years, it felt a little more affected today, especially due to my past experiences in public school.

It has never been easy for me. I was the only werewolf in a family full of humans. No one even knows how it happened, there was no trace of werewolf DNA found in our family. I always felt like the odd one out, and although they tried their best, my family never truly understood how to control me. This led to multiple outbursts at school, especially as I started getting older.

My parents exchanged a look before looking towards my brother. "Tucker, please keep an eye on Elara at school today. We don't want her getting lost, and many things could happen if she's left alone in an environment that she's not familiar with. Maybe you could even introduce her to some of your friends." My mom said.

I saw right through my parents. My mom didn't say this because she and my dad don't want me to be lonely at school, she said this because they don't trust my self-control. They still viewed me as a child, who didn't know how to maintain self-discipline.

"Sure thing," Tucker nodded, through a bite of cereal.

"Thank you, it should make her feel more at ease knowing that she has someone to hang out with." My mom said, shooting him a grateful smile.