*Scott's POV*
Hi, I'm Scott McCall, I'm a senior in High School, I'm also graduating in a mouth. I'm a true Alpha. I have a pack and everything. Our pack is different from other packs. Usually packs are made up of just werewolves. But, ours is made up of everything including humans. We have a Beta his name is Jackson, he is a Kanima. Then there isaac and Liam, they are the youngest of the pack. There's more people in my pack, I love them all.
Since most of us are it's our last year and we aren't planning on going to college, we have been looking for a house so we can all live in the same house. Even liam is going to live with us. His family was going to move next year to Florida so we convinced his parents to let him stay with us in the new house so that worked out. One reason we are getting a pack house is so it will be easy when i get a mate and she becomes the luna she can do her job. luna are considered werewolfs but they can't shift they only have the power to heal and heal others. She's the one who takes care of the pack and is the mom. She... Wait what if. I think I heard that Luna's can be guys. What if my mate is a guy? But, I'm not gay though. Am I? I don't know, maybe I should just go to gym.
Gym class is always hard. Coach makes us run suicide laps if we don't do as we're told. The only good thing about gym is that I have my pal, Stiles. He's always been there for me
"Hey Scott!" Stiles yelled from on the field. He waved his hands in the air. I kept telling myself that I'm not gay. I can't help myself. I can't stop these thoughts. I slowly walked over to him
"Hey Stiles" I said kind of awkwardly. He kept checking me out I'm pretty sure. Did he feel the same way? No, he couldn't feel the same way, it's not possible. He just kept talking to me. Coach looked at us waiting for Stiles to stop talking to me.
"Stiles, Scott!" Coach yelled from the bleachers. He ran over.
"Man, I've never seen coach run before." Stiles chuckled. I just stared at him blankly.
"Scott, Stiles, run five suicide laps" Coach said with anger in his voice. We both looked at coach. I thought to myself, Man if Stiles would've just shut his pie hole we wouldn't have to do this.
"Stiles you take six suicide laps, you did most of the talking" Coach said narrowing his eyes at Stiles. We both started running. I finished under five minutes. Stiles was still running, he was only on lap four. Stiles looked about ready to pass out.
"Stiles! Keep going!" Coach yelled. Maybe this time it would actually be a suicide run. I kept looking at him to see if he was gonna pass out. About half an hour later he finished. I was sitting on the bleachers. I stood up waiting for him to walk to the showers. Coach gave Stiles a very disappointed look. I didn't want to tell him that he runs like a very ill dog. Coach motioned us to go to the showers.
"Scott, I know you're a werewolf in all but, stop running like a werewolf!" He looked at me like I'm a cheater. I turned my head to look at him.
"You must be jealous, but, I didn't use any werewolf powers." I looked into his eyes. I could see sweat dripping off of his head. I kept saying to myself that I'm not gay. We walked into the locker room. He slowly walked over to me. I looked at him really confused. When he got to me he was really close to my face. He leaned in. I leaned in as well. Our lips touched. I thought to myself, Oh my god! Stiles Stilinski just kissed me! I didn't really react, I just kissed back. I ran my hands in his hair. He pulled back. He grabbed my shirt from the bottom. I looked down at his hands, then looked up at him. I nodded slowly. He pulled my shirt off. I could feel my cheeks burning up. Then, I pulled his shirt off too. We did it for a while. I got up putting my clothes on.
