Stella’s POV:
I watched the two leave slowly, and I knew they had to leave. Maya was walking slower, looking weaker, and stumbling over her feet a bit. I just hoped they’d make it back home alright.
I looked at Tyler. “This means that we don’t have to buy so much food,” I said, always finding the good part in things.
Tyler nodded, chuckling a bit at my optimism. Not that I had any reason to not hope for the best in life.
I thought about in a couple of weeks when Tyler and I will be seventeen. Our birthdays are in the same month, Tyler’s two weeks before mine. I was horrified to think about it, but sometimes I lost control I my mind and wondered if we would be mates.
The thought of him finding another mate scared me. He must have seen the troubled look on my face, because he put a hand on my shoulder and asked what was wrong.
“Oh, nothing much, really. I’m just thinking about… mates.”
He sighed. “It is kind of crazy to think about, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “I’m terrified that something will go wrong. What if my mate is the completely wrong person?”
He laughed. “Stella, we don’t even know if you’ll have a mate. Witches don’t usually have mates.”
I nodded. “But my mother did. And besides, werewolves do.”
He sighed. “So, if you were to find your mate today,” he began, “Who would you want it to be?”
It was a simple, friendly question. The kind you might ask in truth or dare. Stella found no harm in answering it. “I don’t know.” She forced a slight laugh. “Maybe you, just because we’re such good friends.”
I looked at him, hoping I’d answered it as truthfully as possible without giving too much away. I saw two emotions flash through his eyes; hope and disappointment. I looked away. Disappointment because I said him, and hope because of the reason I’d given, no doubt.
“Of course,” I said, trying to fix it, I joked, “Maybe Alec. He’s pretty cute.” Alec was the pack bad boy. I knew Tyler didn’t exactly like him.
Before he could answer, we got to the counter, the front of the line. We just got two popcorns, mine butter-free, his extra butter, and a box of sweetarts.
After he paid the fifteen dollars for the snacks, we went back into the theater, and the movie started soon after.
After the movie, we went outside and looked in the parking lot for five minutes for the car, until I remembered I’d given Jack and Maya the car keys. “Might as well start walking,” I said.
It would be a half an hour walk, with lots of turns. Luckily it was warm enough out so it was comfortable.
“So, this Maya girl…” Tyler trailed off when I looked up at his face into his ice blue eyes.
“Yeah?”
“She’s a wolf? What do we know about her,” he asked somewhat awkwardly.
I shook my head. “Not much, but how much do we need to know, really?”
“Well, where’s she from?” I shrugged. “Stella, what do you think will happen when she finds out what pack we’re in?”
I shrugged again. “I don’t see how that matters right now. Besides, it’s not like she’s trying to move into the pack, is it?”
He shook his head, his dark brown hair being tussled, blown in the coming breeze. It took everything in me not to run my hand through it to smooth it out. That’s not a very just-friendly gesture.
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Surprise
Werewolf"Happy birthday! You're present; your parents are dead!" This is how Maya ends her seventeenth birthday; with the cops at her front porch when she returns from her surprise birthday party. In grief, she runs away, unable to bare the guilt. She w...
