A Soldier On My Own [Book 1]

Us?

Notes:

 So I'm on campus at the moment and I have the worst Wednesday schedule ever. I have one class at 9, to 10 then my next class is at 2 ..... kill me. It's only been two hours and I'm so done already.  However, my next class is soooo freaking easy it's great. 

Anyway enjoy:

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I only needed to wait 5 more minutes before Scott, Kira, Malia, Lydia, and Liam pile out of the front door. They look no worse for wear. I was just fanning away the smell before I heard them coming. I jump into the jeep and yell, 

"GET IN!" They quickly load up before I gas the jeep and we drive away to Scott's.

20 minutes later

My jeep pulls up to Scott's and it makes a very bad noise. I glance at it and jump out. Everyone else gets out still tired from the events earlier in the night. I walk over and pop the hood, it's smoking a bit. Great, I sigh as I slam it shut. Scott gives me a smile that says he's sorry but we all head down into his house.

We all sat around in the living room, talking about what was happening and what Valack said in there. Basically, I was being caught up with the events that I had missed that night. I was actually tried, well more like my brain was tired. I was just pumped with energy at the moment.

"So am I needed or can I sleep," I asked as I raised my hand and stood to look at Scott. He looked at me and shrugged, 

"Yeah, I guess you can go. We have class tomorrow so it's probably a good idea to sleep now." Everyone else looked happy that they could sleep and go home already. 

"How about we talk again at lunch tomorrow? We could see what we found on our own and continue. Sound good?" Scott says to the pack, but that last part focused on me. Great that means he wants me to continue to search crap up on the dread doctors. I nod as I sigh and grab my bag I had full of research notes and I head outside.

Once outside I figure out a new problem. My stupid(lovely) car isn't working at the moment. I look back at Scott's but no one else has left yet. I also didn't want to bother anyone so I sighed again and started to jog home. Even with wolfie powers, I was not looking forward to it.

30 minutes later...

I come to a stop outside my house and see a light on. I quickly ask from outside, 

"Peter?" I see my curtains move and blue iridescent eyes glow through. I sigh, dramatic much. But it doesn't matter I open the front door and plop my bag on the floor by the door and climb upstairs and open the door to my room. Peter is there sitting on my chair with his legs propped up on the table. I walk over and knock his feet off. 

"No feet on my work," I say as I walk into the bathroom with a clean towel and shirt.

I come back less bloody and clean and sit on the bed opposite of Peter who is looking at the stuff on the desk nonchalantly. He turns and looks at me, "So werewolf, I will say it suits you, Stiles. As I thought."

 I roll my eyes. "Yeah well, I don't even know if I'm a werewolf." Peter looks up, 

"Well your not the same type that's true but you are a werewolf. I haven't met many of your kind since it's only passed down by blood and you have to kill to activate it." I nod my head. 

"Uh well, I still don't think I'm exactly a werewolf... I've noticed something, I don't have control over it but..." I pause not really knowing if I should tell Peter that my eyes are a weird color. He looks at me expectant that I finish my sentence. 

"My eyes glow purple sometimes." Peter looks confused, I feel confused, 

"At first I thought my eyes were yellow, then they changed to purple and now only if I concentrate really hard they can change back to yellow. I don't know what's wrong with me, because no matter what type of werewolf I am I don't think my eyes are supposed to glow purple" I tell Peter hoping he has an answer. He just sits back in the chair. 

"I've never heard of that, you'd have to ask someone of your kind. Or a witch, though I don't recomend that." 

"Why?" Peter tilts his head, 

"Well, Witches are shady, they tend to do things for there own means and they look down on us." Us, huh that's a thing now. I nod my head, 

"So someone in my family is a werewolf, it's not my dad, because I know he's shot some bad dudes and he hasn't turned into a werewolf, I think?" 

"No it's probably not your father, do you have any family on your mother's side?" I had to think about that, I don't really like to think of my mother's side because it reminds me of how much I miss her. But now that I am thinking about it. I think she has a brother. Yeah, my mom used to talk about him. 

"Uh, my mom has a brother Richard Lockwood I think. I never really met that side of my family. Which is a bit weird but apparently my mom had a fight with him and they didn't speak. But I did saw him once, at the funeral." I say not having to say what funeral, fortunately. Peter nods understanding. And he gets up, 

"I'll go ask around, see if the Lockwoods are werewolves. You should be fine but I'd recomend going somewhere for your first full moon. I don't know how your experience is but it can't be any better than ours." Peter says as he casually jumps out the window leaving me alone with the thought of family. 

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Notes: 

Ahhh another chapter is done. And I've finally updated. Peace. 

Anyway, the story is moving along, albeit slowly, but it's moving so yay. 

I'm gonna sit here and write some more, maybe idk