About To Be Known [Book 3]

Bored Of Peace

Notes:

Hello, y'all it's been a month. I didn't really know where to go with this. Honestly, I think I burnt myself out finishing the second book and then also writing the first chapter. And I'm also currently writing like four other books at the same time as this one so I think I just exhausted myself. I also quit French class by the way because that shit was hard as fuck and I need to be in a classroom to learn.

Anyway, I wrote two chapters in the span of like 10 minutes because I'm crazy like that sometimes. This chapter is eh, but the next chapter is going to be really exciting and since I'm going to be uploading them run after the other there's literally no wait so you get two chapters for the price of one.

Thank you guys for all the support and the love for the last book. It really means a lot! Anyway, long note aside, enjoy!!!

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Stiles POV:

I twirled the pen around my finger for the 17th time. I was bored. Who knew peace was boring. It has been 3 months of nothing. Not that I did nothing but nothing exciting. Other than our full moon escapades, nothing supernaturally inclined has happened at all. And I know I'm not the only supernatural creature in this town.

I met a few werewolves, two like Peter and one like Tyler and me. I tried to talk to them, but apparently, in a college town, nothing happens. Not that there isn't one or two weird, mysterious deaths or one or two brutal murders, maybe a serial killer here and there. But nothing world ending or seeming like it, that happens like it does in Beacon Hills or in Mystic Falls. No supernatural deaths, well, rarely, I shouldn't say none.

I have some friends since it is a college town, it's easier to hang out with people because anywhere you go you see your classmates. I'm good at making friends, I'm super friendly. I can make lots of friends if I want to. But I can also keep to myself. If I wish to...which I want to. Lest too many people find out what I am.

And I found out that there is a pack of werewolves here, but I wasn't too keen on joining their pack. I'm not exactly all wolf. And foxes, well they don't do packs of any kind. Also, Peter didn't say anything about it, so I guess we're just a pack of two.

I'm happier that way anyway, I trust Peter, adding more people to mix leads to betrayal and backstabbing.

The girl in my French class is nice. The werewolf one. We've gotten to know each other pretty well since my French teacher likes to partner us up. She's really good at French, so it's a plus for me because I think I made a mistake in taking courses. French has some aspects of Spanish and English, but the pronunciation it's killing me.

But so far, we've been able to finish our beginning project quite quickly. It's almost midterms, so even though I'm bored out of my mind, I have at least something to occupy myself with. At least until Lydia gets here. Now I don't know how much stuff is going to change when Lydia gets here.

But at least it will be a familiar face in a new town.

I texted Lydia recently, and she said she is going to transfer over to Yale. The reason she's not here now is because her mother did not want her to go so far away. But since she did finish high school already, her mother is making her go around to all the closer colleges to see if any of them is better.

And if they aren't, then she is allowed to go to Yale. The dealbreaker though, was that she had somewhere to stay and a friend there so she wasn't alone. Lydia says she just has to pretend that she's actually looking at other colleges for like a few more weeks, and then she's heading on over. Just to appease her mother.

I sent a letter to my father with no return address, but I did let him know I'm in college, and I am studying to be a police officer. Not precisely a police officer just more in the criminal justice category.

I don't exactly know what I want to be. But there's nothing wrong with brushing up on my investigating skills. And luckily, my brains got me a free ride, so as long as I get good grades, there's not too much to worry about school wise.

At first, I was wondering why Peter got a job as a bartender because I don't know, I didn't really think it'd suit him at first. But apparently, he knew about this place more than I did, because the bar underneath our apartment is a supernatural hotspot. Like literally all the older men and there are some forms of supernatural creatures. Not all of them are werewolves, there's a few though. Most of them belong to that pack that the two, in my school belong to.

He said he smelt a Wendigo, which I don't know what a Wendigo smells like, though I did get bitten by one that one time. The start of this journey really started then now if I think about it. So as far as I'm concerned, I don't want to ever run into another one. With their human flesh-eating tendencies, I think I'll stay as far away as possible actually.

I also called that other Kitsune. I was going to visit them outright, but Peter cautioned that foxes are tricksters, and I should try to be in control of the situation from the start. So I called the guy, but it went to voicemail, so I left this long message.

Hello! My name is Stiles. I worked for Elenor, in Mystic Falls, for a few months after telling her about my dilemma, she gave me your number to help me out with a problem. She mentioned you are a Kitsune. And I need a Kitsune.

I have become a Kitsune, by unusual means...and I have no idea about what I'm doing. I'd just want help with controlling myself and not hurting anyone. I'm currently attending college but whenever you are available to help, I can come find you, wherever you may be. Unless you're outside of the U.S. I don't have a passport, but not that I can't get one, I just never left... uh you know what never mind. I tend to ramble.

Anyway if you can help me out it'd be great! If not...well, it'd be less great...obviously. Uh, but if you can't help out, then maybe you can give me some information or point me in the direction of another Kitsune in America if there is one. Yeah, so please call me back, on this number and thank you. ~

And I left a message a week ago, but I haven't gotten a response back, so who knows where the Kitsune training is going to go at this point. But I'm living and moving forward, and I heard that was a good thing. So I'm doing a good thing. 

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Notes:

The next chapter will be posted the moment I finish editing it, which could take 10 minutes.

So if you finish reading this chapter and it's not posted yet, just give me a little bit of time.