Teenage Luna | ✔️

Chapter Thirteen

^Gif is of Ezra James. Feels worth it since this chapter will be from his point of view. 

Yes. His point of view. You lovelies are welcome :) 

Ezra

Violet.

That one name could send my heart pounding. 

Violet Smith. 

Those two names could send every single hair on my head to stand upright. 

She was as beautiful as Venus. As dangerous as fire. As destructive as a volcano. 

I wasn't entirely sure how all this werewolf stuff worked, but I've read stories. Stories about packs, secrets, alphas and betas. 

Stories about mates and Lunas. 

And I was certain - Violet Smith was my Luna. 

But I felt inadequate. How could I prove this when I didn't even know if that stuff was real? Or if any other werewolves existed? 

Which sent me to my new mission; find the pack with the alpha that bit me. 

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We were three-quarters of the way to Crowdy Head. Aaron and Liv were in the far back of the car, talking in low voices. Kaycee was obviously flirting with an uncomfortable-looking Jeremy in the middle. Violet was next to me which was enough to send me into haywire.

"You okay?" she asked me in a whisper. 

I nodded, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason," she murmured.

There was a pregnant pause. 

I quietly asked, "Are you okay?"

She'd donned her hoodie and her jeans for some shorts and a singlet top, which was peculiar considering it was only 20 degrees Celsius. 

Vi shifted in her seat, "Just a little warm."

Not taking my eyes off the road, I felt her forehead with my free hand. 

I frowned, "You feel fine to me."

Vi shrugged, "Not me in particular. As in, I feel like I'm standing beside a fire."

"A fire?" I chuckled slightly.

Vi sighed loudly, "You're right, that's weird. Forget it."

I smirked, a sudden confidence pouring from me, "Am I that good-looking? I mean, I knew I was somewhat special in the looks department but I didn't think I was hot enough to be called a fire."

Vi smacked my upper arm, "Obnoxious pig."

"Truthful wolf," I corrected, still chuckling.

"And to think," she continued in her gorgeous British accent, "you were stuttering when I met you."

My confidence dwindled again and I found myself quietened again. I murmured again, "So about what I smelt at the truck stop..."

Vi grew serious. She crossed her legs on the seat and she sighed, "I'd rather not consider that possibility, Ez."

Ez again. 

I nodded at her, "Understandable and sure. I'll still think it over, though."

In my peripheral vision, I saw her move to look at me. 

I took my eyes off the road to stare back at her and got trapped in her ever-blue eyes. I offered the smallest smile and she blushed, looking away but I remained staring.