I look over myself in the mirror, "Are you sure this is alright? Some of this seems a little traditional for someone who isn't in your pack," I whisper looking at the purple markings painting my arms. Some of them look more like pack symbols than the Wiccan symbols I offered to her.  "Don't worry about it! As our pack adviser this is completely acceptable," Willa approves, "Pack ad---" I start but my eyes widen. I quickly clear my throat and sat straighter, "Of course, how thoughtless of me." I muse. Willa gives me a firm nod before giving me a once over, "What do you think?" Wynter asks from the side.

Looking over myself once again I smile. I wore a tight forest green tank top and over it a light brown, leather, sleeveless vest that flares out around my waste, however unlike the rest of the vests worn by the wolves my collar has a hood circling it instead of being lined with fur. Another special feature on the vest is the symbol carved onto the back, the star like symbol each of them of printed on their body rests on the back of my vest. I do have some other marks littering my body, a few bands of purple and two thin strikes of purple crossing my cheek bone under my right eye. The pants I wore are well fitting dark pair of jeans held up my a leather belt that matches the shade of my vest.  My pants tuck into a pair of boot. 

I still wore the moonstone only Willa replaces the silk with a cord. I smile at my reflection, "I love it," I whisper. "Just one more touch!" Willa smiles and holds out purple feathers tied to cords, "I'll braid them into your hair, is there a style you would prefer?" She asks. "Just French braid is fine," I smile, Willa nods and start to thread her fingers through my hair. I hiss when she catches knots but I let her continue. When she actually started braiding, my scalp already hurt from how had she's been pulling on it. I'm not tender headed by any means but it still hurt.

I finally call it quits when she winds up literally pulling out hair, "It's okay Willa, hair grows back. but I think I'll braid my own hair from now on." I smile sheepishly. Willa looks down at the small clump of hair she accidently pulled out with a pout, "Yeah I think that's the safer option, I would ask Wynter but I typically braid her hair for her." She agrees. "I'm going to start heading home now though, I'm sure your all going to have a busy first day." I smirk. 

I hear the two girls groan at the thought as I leave. As I leave the den I play with the purple feathers mentally figuring out how I'm going to French braid them into my hair myself. I jump as a 'thump' hit the ground beside me, I turn sharply and swing my hand in their direction but my wrist is quickly caught. 

Wyatt's brown eyes bore down into mine, he raised an eyebrow at me with a teasing smirk. "would you like to try again sweetness?" He questions quietly, I scoff and pull my hand away from him. I watch his eye drag over me taking in the new look, "I like this, you look good." He smiles, "You look more...wild." He chuckles.

"I'm not very wild though," I laugh, "Your wild." He disagrees with a stern look. My breath hitches as he steps closer to me, "Your wild at heart and that's what matters." He spoke softly. I felt my cheeks heat up at the fondness in his tone. I jump as I felt something brush against my leg, looking down I flush darker when I see as small bush of Honeysuckles growing from where I stood.

"What do they mean?" Wyatt questions. "What?" I gasp. "The flowers, I noticed when your feeling particularly strong about something flowers grow around you. So what do these mean?" He explains. I shift my gaze to the ground silently cursing to the gods, "Nothing worth mentioning, sometimes when I feel at ease Honey suckles will grow." I lie almost effortlessly, almost, but Wyatt didn't seem to catch it. He only nods going a long with it.

"By the way why do you have Willa's hair feathers?" He questions looking down at my hands. "Willa gave them to me, she tried to put them in but she kept pulling at my scalp until she accidently pulled some of my hair out." I sigh. Wyatt lets out a playful hiss, "I can braid your hair for you...If you'd like?" He offers shyly.

"You know how to braid hair?" I ask skeptically, "Believe it or not I do!" He defends himself. "Willa taught me so I could help her braid her thick head of hair but she always complain I don't do it tight enough." He huffs like a child as he crosses his arms. I contemplate it for a second but ultimately decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

"Come on, over here," He smiles pointing over to a pile of large rocks, Wyatt climbs up them first before holding a hand out to help me up. I grip it tightly as he so effortlessly pulled me up the rock. Wyatt then climbs up to the next rock before sitting down, he sends me a boyish smile and pats a space between his legs. Carefully I sit down between them and hand him the feathers. "So what are we doing? I can't do anything too impressive but I can do a decent job," He warns. "Just a French braid," I laugh, "Perfect!" He calls.

I'm surprised when I feel him gently comb his fingers through my hair, his claws scratch ever so slightly on my scalp making me hum in bliss. "Feels good doesn't it?" He chuckles, I hum in agreement. "I tried to do Wynter's hair once but she kept falling asleep," He muses. I lean back into the rock as his fingers gently dance around in my hair, occasionally Wyatt tell me to sit up more as he get further down but he sends a jolt down my spine when his fingers brush against my neck.

I swallow hard when I feel it again, I keep myself composed long enough for him to finish. I let out a breath of relief. I smile as Wyatt places a kiss on the top of my head before jumping off his rock  to the ground. He turns and holds out his hands to help me down, I grin devilishly as I jump right onto him. He grunts as he manages to catch us both from following, "Easy sweetness I'm not as indestructible as I seem," He groans. "I'm sorry," I laugh, "Mmhmm sure," He hums sarcastically as he shoots me a doubted look.

"I am!" I cry, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, okay." I muses, "Wyatt!" I call. Just as he turns around I press a kiss into his cheek, "There! I'm sorry!" I huff. Wyatt's face remains frozen but he does blink occasionally, "Wyatt?" I call but he doesn't answer. "Wyatt!" I snap, Wyatt's face breaks and I watch as he collects himself with an amused smile. "I guess I can forgive you." he mumbles. "Bye Wyatt," I call in a chuckle as I walk away, "Bye (y/n)" he muses.

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Walking into school the next day felt amazing. I stand tall and proud as I got bewildered stares, Wyatt stood beside me and he sent me a wink before tossing an arm over my shoulder as we continue walking. I watch as Willa snarls at a couple of passers, I roll my eyes at her attitude. "These sheep just let us in?" She scoffs, "Baaad idea," Muses. "We agreed to play nice," Wyatt informs, "oh, this is me being nice," She quips before dragging her nails across the lockers. My eyes widen and I glance back at the numbers. "Willa that was my locker," I stress, I watch Willa deflate momentarily, "I'm sorry," She whispers.  

I let out a sigh and wave it off, "Just don't take it too far Willa, this town doesn't play when comes to things that isn't human." I scoff. "Let's just find that Moonstone," She grunts quickening her pace down the hallway. We came to stop in the hallway soon after, Willa got everyone lost but doesn't want to admit it. So as I wait for her to figure it out I scan the hallway, I catch sight of Zed and Eliza both glancing at us talking. I watch them carefully trying to pick up on what they're saying but before I could the bell rings. The pack of wolves around me howls and I roll my eyes. I start to push each wolf in the direction of their classes before dragging Wyatt, Willa, and Wynter down the hall with me to our shared class.

Later that day I sit in the library with Willa, "I'm telling you Willa, your not going to find anything your gonna like in these books," I warn as I watch Wyatt inch his way around behind Addison. I roll my eyes as he hides his face behind a upside down book. "Your brother an idiot you know that?" I muse, "Tell me something I don't know" she scoffs. I watch Addison slowly walk past him eyeing his odd behavior. I let out a sigh as push myself from my seat and make my way over to him.

Addison comes back around and stood beside me, she shot me a confused expression and I just shook my head. I pluck the book from Wyatt's hands and place it up right, he shot us both a awkward smile before nodding his head in thanks. I scoff and roll my eyes before leading Addison away from him, I follow Addison to her table with Bree but I let out a groan when Wynter is eating her homework.

"Wynter! We don't eat people's homework!" I scold, I take what's left of it out of her mouth and hands and look at it. "Mr. Corps's essay class?" I question, Bree nods her head in defeat, I hum and reach into my bag and pull out my essay. "Just re-write the name and block. Make sure to read over it too before you turn in, he might ask you about it since it's an AP level paper." I advise, "What about you?" She questions. "AP papers aren't due until tomorrow. I actually wrote two by accident. I started one but changed to a topic I liked more. You can have this one and I can finish off my first one and turn that in." I smile. "Your an angel (y/n)!" Bree gushes. "A Witch actually," I smirk. Bree stiffens up at my correction, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You look good as one though love the hair!" She chirps. "Thank you," Wyatt butts in with a smug smile. 

"Lies!" Willa yells as she slams her stack of books on the table, "I told you, you wouldn't find anything you'd like." I remind. "These History books claim werewolves attacked Seabrook settlers, but they stuck first and stole our moonstone!" she spat, "They also said Witches kidnapped and sacrificed their children when in reality they just got lost and came back with a few bruises and scratches." I inform looking down at my nails that Wynter painted for me.

Hearing nothing I look up to see the group's eyes all on me. "That is mildly disturbing" Wyatt comments, "Then you don't want to hear what they did to the accused witches," I scoff. "I'm sorry, to the both of you, I didn't know that." Addison spoke softly, "Nothing to feel sorry over my dear, your not the one who wrote the book," I muse. "There's a lot of things you don't know." Willa huffs before taking her stacks of books and walking to the exit. "I know the alarms are going to go off if you don't check those books out!" Addison calls after her.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Wyatt smirk, I jump as Willow violently tosses her necklace at the alarms. To my surprise it stuck there and short corrected the the system  before she reached over and pulled it right off. "Well then," I spoke agape, Wyatt leans down slightly to Addison's level. "Our necklaces have a way with electronics." He quips smugly before standing straight and throwing his arm over my shoulder to lead me out of the library after Willa. I glance back and wave bye to Addison quickly, she sent me a small smile and waves back weakly as I left.