Becoming the Luna

The journey down the stairs is mostly quiet until I'm asking my mom how we planned to make the trip to the house.

"I forgot to say but I went and brought my car yesterday before shopping so it's just outside."

"Oh, okay." 

I settle comfortably in the front seat, I'd missed the ridiculously flashy car, the leather seats soft.

"What's going to happen to your job when we have to move back?" I ask in lazy curiousity.

My mom just sighs. "It's temporary, j just wanted to try out at a job."

"That is nice of you to want to do." I tell her bluntly. "You're always welcome to work at my antique shop, you know." I tell her seriously.

She just gives me a look like I'd said I'd start wearing skirts. "Sure." She says drily, sarcasm heavy on that simple word.

I just give her the evil eye, uninterested in dragging out the matter with her.

The streets are even quieter, most of the occupants either at the Pack House or on the other side of the Town that's a distance away from the forest for their own safety.

It's fine by me, especially now that I know that everything would soon return back to it's normal state.

Our street is even more quiet, the entire place deserted and even I know that trying to live here at the moment wouldn't be the smartest idea.

I keep my attention out the window as the car moves surely but steadily to the end of the street and I get my fill of staring at other houses.

A slight movement in the house directly beside ours catches my attention but I brush it off as a trick of the light when I don't see anything anymore.

The house makes me nostalgic which is ridiculous because I haven't even been gone a week.

We make our way into the house, the house is truly boarded up which makes it look asleep, at least from the exterior.

"You would want to go up to your room right, I'll come up with bags to put your stuff in, just go get the things you would like to take ready so we can leave soon." She says, beelining to her room.

I do the same as well, even though I knew that there were patrols going on and that the rabid Werewolves kept their distance during the day time, I can't help the sense of urgency thrumming through me.

I guess it'll take some time for me to get over the Werewolf attack, I just haven't felt the brunt of it because we moved right after.

I fling open the doors of my wardrobe, quick to pull out clothes for winter.

I upturn the cupboard of woolen socks on the bed, my mom would still rearrange my clothes even if I tried so there was really no use.

I would just shove everything in when she brings the bags up and then we'd sort it out when we got back home - to the apartment at the Pack House I mean.

"Hayden?" My mom calls, coming in with bags in her hands.

"Yeah?" I say, getting up from my crouching position.

"Here are the bags, just shuck everything inside okay, I'll deal with them later." She explains, dropping the bags at my feet. "Oh, and, I need to run down to town really quick." She adds and I whip my head in her direction with wide eyes.

"Why?" I ask, not really bothered, there was still a lot to keep me busy.

"Alpha Everett just called, he wants me to pick something up for him, it should take just ten to fifteen minutes tops." She explains nervously like she expects me to throw a tantrum, complete with the bawling and the rolling around.

"Sure mom." I tell her dryly, dragging the bags closer to the bed so that I could get started.

I'd also need to pack up my books, mostly the ones I hadn't gotten to read yet and the ones that I really wanted to re-read, it was easy to get stuck in bed, when it started snowing anyway.

"Y-You don't mind?" She confirms in half disbelief, half apprehension.

I make a slight movement with my shoulders. "Nope, why would I be? Come on, you might want to get to work, mom." I reassure her.

Her eyes twinkle at this and she sweeps me into a hug before hurrying out with determination, I just smile a little shaking her head.

I was happy for her that she actually decided all by herself that she wanted to do something to keep herself busy, sure she had her hands full with raising me and I guess, Virgil too, Shana was another stowaway that ended up at my house more often than not but now we were all grown so it was good that she decided to find something else to give her attention to.

Even though it's a little weird to find out that your single mom is your bestfriend/crush's single dad's PA.

Piling the clothes into the bags don't require much brainwork so soon enough, I'm done with the clothes.

A faint crashing sound stops me in my tracks on my way to my bookshelf and I frown, was my mom back?

No --- I shake my head, it was too soon.

Unless she forgot to properly close the door in her haste to get going and most likely a couple squirrels got in.

I sigh long sufferingly, changing directions. I wouldn't be able to do much if it truly were squirrels that made their way in but at least I'd be able to close the door before more came in and I'd feel better if I knew the source of the crash.

Unsurprisingly, I hear another one and this makes me quicken my steps down the stairs.

I want to call out but something makes me stop myself in time, calling out would just make me feel dumb, especially when I find out that it was nothing but squirrels causing the sounds.

Vaguely, I wonder how long it had been going on before I finally noticed, and I hoped that they hadn't caused any serious damage.

I pause when I come within sight of the door and see that it's closed properly, frowning when I hear a creaking sound and that familiar crash.

Walking slowly, I make my way to the living room, the sound is coming from the broken window that was boarded up.

The front windows have been boarded up too so I couldn't see anything through them, there's a strip of light at the center.

I gasp, stumbling back a bit, someone was currently on the other side, slowly but steadily ripping off the boards, no doubt to come in.

I take more steps back, could it be a rabid Werewolf? No, no. I could see a person's hands.

A face peeks in through the space made and I barely duck to the side in time, I see an unfamiliar face with shaggy black hair and thick, black rimmed glasses, evil black eyes peeking out of a pale face.

I slap my hands over my mouth to drive back the whimper that nearly escapes, I don't know how I figured it out.

Maybe it's the current terror that I'm feeling that's making my brain work so fast…

He was here…

Mae had pointed out the possibility of him being anywhere but of course, the smart serial killer would come to the very place they were least likely to look for him.

Alexis...