Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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Last night's events had put a stump into Aspen, Scott, and Stiles' lives. After making Stiles promise to keep quiet about her power, Aspen knew they had to tell Scott as soon as possible. But her frantic phone call to the werewolf had been for naught. Fear weaved in her brain as the commotion outside the room subsided and thought the worst. When Stiles and Aspen arrived at the school, they found Scott in the locker room, sulking and telling them he knew about Peter being the Alpha.
It had been a long, draining night for all of them and decided to go their separate ways. Apart from Aspen's arms being incredibly sore from the blast, she emitted toward Peter, she was glad another person knew of her power. She didn't have to feel guilty every time she was around the boys, but now it was the only a matter of dwindling Stiles' questions. The next day, the boys asked if she wanted to hang out for the day, but Allison had called her first. It would be better for Aspen anyway. She couldn't sit in the jeep, knowing Stiles was a ticking time bomb.
She avoided her grandfather once she left the house. He probably knew how her mother really died and kept it to himself to save Aspen from the trauma. But now, every time she closes her eyes, she sees the same image, and it brings a tight churn in her stomach. And Lydia being a constant chatterbox, would serve as the best distraction for the day.
The afternoon sun was hidden behind thick clouds, the cold air sending satisfying chills along Aspen's body. Since she started becoming more familiar with her power, the cold didn't seem to have such an effect on her as it used to. But the lack of sunlight didn't hide the shine in Allison's eyes as she had a black bag slung over her shoulder, her raven hair bouncing behind her as she led the way through the open woods. While Aspen was enjoying the day out, Lydia struggled to keep up as the long heel of her boot continuously dug into the dirt. It seemed the strawberry blonde's cardio regimen was slacking, and she was finding herself quite winded.
"Lydia, you knew we were coming here, why didn't you wear sneakers or something?" Aspen asked her with an amused smile.
Lydia glared across at her. "I can be adventurous and fashionable," she replied matter-a-factly, "You, on the other hand, cannot. It's cold out here, how can you even wear that anyway?"
Aspen simply gave a shrug of her shoulders, looking down at her white sweater and shorts. "It's not so bad. I barely feel anything."
Lydia pursed her lips suspiciously before looking to Allison, who was scanning the perimeter, taking advantage of the flourishing scenery. "Allison..." Lydia was winded, "when you said you need to stop for an errand before we went shopping...a five-mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting."
"It's been five minutes," Aspen corrected as she picked up her pace to walk by Allison. Lydia was taken back and wished her looks could kill at that very moment.
