wild ↣ p. lahote

xxi. the killing moon

THE NEXT MORNING, Aurora was laying on the couch, bored out of her mind. She was home alone, since Parker, in all her flirtatious glory, had secured a brunch date with David the weatherman. And Aurora, in all her heartbroken, friendless glory, had nothing to do the whole weekend. Ethan and Liam were out on a weekend vacation with their families, so she couldn't hang out with them. Sam would probably rip out her throat if he saw her, so he was obviously a no go. None of Aurora's school friends were available— even Bella, who Aurora could only barely stand— was busy with her dad.

So Aurora was stuck, with nothing to do, feeling so impatient that she was 99% sure she would go insane within the hour.

That's why the sudden knock on her door seemed so suspicious— was it real, or was it a figment of her imagination? If it was real; who was it? No one came all the way out to the backroads of Forks unless for a very good reason.

Aurora, glad for the new excitement, hopped up off of the couch. Who could it possibly be? She moved over to the door, pulling aside the curtains to see who it was. Her heart dropped. Standing on her front stoop was Sam, his arms crossed over his chest like a militant soldier. Aurora dropped the curtain and turned around, pressing her back to the door. Should she open it? He was obviously here to kill her. What was she supposed to do?? Could she call 911? "Yes, hello, a very pissed off werewolf wants to kill me! ...what? No, I'm not crazy!" Yeah, 911 wasn't an option.

A second loud rapping against the door made Aurora jump. Ohhhh voy a morir.. Aurora thought nervously as she turned back towards the door. She had to open or else he would bust the door down. She tentatively placed her hand on the knob, bracing herself for what was to come. Putting on a wide grin, Aurora opened the door and looked up at Sam. Great, she was now going to die!

"Sam!" Aurora exclaimed with fake cheerfulness. Maybe if she seemed happy and kept up her cool facade, he wouldn't kill her. Or maybe she should beg for forgiveness and hope he would show her mercy? Shit! Aurora thought to herself, panicking. What should she do? Pretending like nothing was wrong was the safer option. If it went south, she could then beg for mercy. She opened the door wider and gestured for Sam to come in. "Come on in!"

Sam, his face emotionless, stepped into her house. Aurora shut the door behind him, feeling her heart rate skyrocket. She couldn't outrun him, and she'd just invited him in and locked herself in with him! Was she an idiot? Aurora plastered a fake smile on her face and led Sam over to the living room.

"Paul lied to you," Sam stated as he sat down on an armchair. Aurora sat down on the couch a few feet away, cocking her head. A crease formed between her brows as she asked, "What do you mean?" What could Paul have possibly lied about? The car being sold at the Rez? That was all he'd really told her.

"We can hear your heartbeat," Sam replied, his dark gaze watching Aurora closely. She smiled faintly. Great. This was all just great. He knew she was afraid. She was going to die for unwittingly being a snitch. It wasn't her fault! They hadn't told her to keep it a secret!

"Really," Aurora said weakly, bringing her left hand up to her neck. She felt her pulse beating furiously underneath her soft, delicate skin. "I didn't know he told you that... what else did he tell you?"

"That you told your aunt about us," Sam said. Aurora felt the air stiffen— the room suddenly felt so still, so quiet. She felt like a lamb laying before a lion, and fought hard to maintain eye contact with Sam.

"Oh, that," Aurora said, waving her hand in a flippant air. "Is he still mad about it?"

"No," Sam replied, watching Aurora with a studious air. She felt like a piece of meat being sized up. Ohhh, why had she befriended werewolves? And vampires? Where was her common sense?