I found myself standing in an abandoned wreck, with a solitary punching bag levitated in the air, a table with a few hand guns laid out and a chair with weights.

"And you sure you're ready for this?"

Chris asks, glancing to the bandage wrapped on my abdomen.

"I've got to get over it sooner or later. The supernatural won't wait."

He nods. "Fair enough."

Derek Hale leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Braeden stands against the gun table. Braeden being a highly trained mercenary who insisted to help Chris when he had asked Derek for help.

I straightened my back and watched my uncle.

"You've got it in your blood, all you need to do is access it, access the power"

Braeden stepped forward.

"You're vulnerable, your stab wound. Do you know how you can improve yourself?"

"Demolish the vulnerability?" I asked.

Braeden whips her hand forward down to my stab wound and I jump back having seen it coming.

"Jumping back isn't going to help sweetheart. You're going to have to do a lot better than that"

"Then teach me. Don't tell me, show me"

She stands up straight.

"Come over here" she points to the punching bag and then tosses me a pair of punching gloves.

"Show me what you can do"

I throw my fists at the punching bag, which lamely enough, barely moves.

Braeden takes my fist and holds it tightly.

"You're throwing your fists aimlessly, you need to use your forearm muscles. Like this" she punches the bag and it rattles through the whole building.

I bite my lip, trying again.

This time it moves, only gently though.

"Better. Still not enough to fight off your attacker. You haven't got enough muscle. Got weights at home?"

I nod no, raising my eyebrows at the weights.

"Get some."

She walks over to the guns on the table.

"You wanna do this?" She asks Chris, who has positioned himself next to Derek.

He nods, picking up the handgun.

"I need you to understand the law of guns" he says, passing it to me. The weight feels nice in my hands.

"Guns do not kill people. People using guns kill people."

"The guns help" I add. He raises an eyebrow.

"Are you afraid of guns?" He asks.

"No" I whisper. "That's something my father taught me"

"Exactly. You never be scared of the gun being pointed at you, You be scared of the person holding it"

Derek walks to the other end of the room.

"Now shoot it" Braeden speaks.

"What? No target?" I say. Derek smirks.

"Who said you didn't have a target"

And at that Derek's eyes flash yellow and he charges for us, zig zagging through the building.

I point the gun at him and follow his figure.

Then with small hesitation I pull the trigger, watching Derek stop and fall.

"Jesus. Was that really nessacary?" I ask walking up to Derek, Braeden and Chris following. Derek sits up with the bullet between his index and thumb, a wide grin on his face.

"She shot me. Right in the heart!"

I smile as Chris congratulates me.

"Is that also something your father taught you?" He asks.

My heart warms as soon as my father is mentioned. I nod, smiling at him.

"Sure is"

•••

By now it's night time and the moonlight shines through the building. Derek lifts another weight onto the bench press.

"Now try this"

I take a deep breath and push it up, struggling to push it an inch.

" I can't. That's way to heavy" I say, out if breath.

"That's pathetic." He growls. I sit up.

"Would you shut up please? I was stabbed a few days ago if you didn't realise."

He glares at me.

"Keep trying. You have to do this every morning okay?"

I nod, trying to lift the weight up and failing once more.

"This is impossible"

"Really?" Derek lifts the weight effortlessly with one arm,

"Don't patronize me Derek. I'm not the one who use to be an alpha"

"No excuse Jo, you need to be able to lift twice this size if you want to be a force to be reckoned with"

I shift myself up.

"Okay. Well I'll practice if you want me to. Can we do the part where I shoot you?" I say, grinning. He smirks, looking off to Braeden and then back to me.

"Head on home kid. Keep practicing though."

I nod, grabbing my jumper and backpack and heading out of the building. I wrap my arms around my uncle and hug him goodbye and then leave.

My muscles ache a bit but I adjust to the pain as success.

•••

When I arrive at the doorsteps of my house my mother is already outside, chatting with a tall boy. I slowly approach them.

My mother turns her head my way.

"Darling! There you are! I was just telling Scott where you were."

I see the tall boy turn around and recognise him as Scott McCall.

"Hey" I say, waving slowly.

"Hey" he replies.

"Come inside" my mother says. Scott shrugs.

"I really was just coming off to drop off the bench. Thanks though" he says. My mom nods and enters the house, leaving me and Scott alone.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, fidgeting with his shirt sleeve.

"Exhausted. Hard core training with Chris, Derek and Braeden. It'll do that to ya" I smile. He pats my shoulder.

"Well I'm really grateful for what you did back there. Violet could have killed me"

"No problem. You would have done the same for anyone in your pack right?" I answer.

"Pack? Yeah. I guess you're part of the pack now too...I mean, if you want to be"

I give him a toothy grin.

"That would be awesome" I run my fingers through my hair.

"Yeah. Well, with you in training...we'd be honoured to have you"

I gleam, standing straighter and giving Scott a big hug.

He seems taken aback by the hug but he wraps his arms around my back. I smile into his shoulders.

"So, I gotta go or dad will kill me but see you soon?"

I shrug.

"Tomorrow. I'll be at school tomorrow. For the last day of the week."

"See you then...goodnight"

I smile. "Night Scott and thanks for everything"

And with that I enter the house, closing the for behind me.

I enter my bedroom, turning on the light and plopping down onto the bed. My eyes wander the walls. The band posters plastered to the walls, the pictures of me and dad or me and Allison. The picture that caught my eye the most in fact was the family picture, on the top of my shelves.

Me and my parents standing happily beside Chris and his family, with Allison happy. Then there was Kate, looking as beautiful as she was with her hair hanging in golden ringlets.

I stood up, letting my fingers brush against the picture. At that second I hear a small knocking. Not loudly, just soft and faint.

I turn around and face my window. A familiar face sits on the roof outside, wearing a green baseball shirt. His hair tussled and messy.

I walk over to my window, opening it and letting him into the bedroom.

"Dude. What are you doing? My mom will kill me if she finds you!" I say in half seriousness and laughing at the same time.

He smirks, sitting on my bed.

"Well...I had to see you"

I smile, sitting beside him.

"At eleven o clock?"

"Yeah. I couldn't wait"

I grin at Liam, who sits on my bed and smirks like the dorky teen he is.

"For what?" I say, stoked to see him but a little confused as to why.

"I don't know. I just missed you" he says.

I grin at him.

"Yeah...I missed you too"

"Well how are you feeling? You got stabbed. Remember?"

I giggle, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Sure do remember. Hey... How did the game go?"

"Well...Brett almost got killed. So we kinda cancelled halfway through"

I frown. "That's a shame" my mind buzzes to Mason. "How's Mason doing?"

"He's confused...I mean...first you two were having ice cream and then you almost got killed."

I nod.

"Yeah. Confused"

"And everyone at school is kind if over reacting. Some people are going as far as saying that you're dead"

I laugh.

"It's a good thing that I'm not" I grin. He nods.

"Sure is. So...what do you want to do?" He asks.

I shug. "Kinda wanted to sleep but I don't know. What do you want to do?"

He reaches for his bag by the door and pulls out a half full bottle of vodka.

"Get drunk?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. He shrugs.

"There's not enough for us to both get drunk. We should play a game with it"

"I get drunk fast."

"Well then don't lose the game okay?"

I laugh, moving to the middle of the bed and sitting cross legged.

He faces me.

"Never have I ever?" I ask.

He nods.

"Okay. You go first" Liam says, holding the bottle.

I bite my lip.

"Never have I ever been suspended" I say, straightening my back. Liam takes a big swig of the bottle.

"Twice" he laughs. "My turn. Never have I ever flashed"

I laugh, taking a small sip of the alcohol.

He begins laughing. "What?! You're kidding right?!"

My face goes red.

"Once! The cheer-teams bus was driving alongside the football team and my boyfriend was across from me"

He smiles.

"Never have I ever had cheesecake"

He sips the vodka.

"You're making this too easy. Never have I ever hit on someone older" he says. I pass him the bottle.

"All the ones you're doing are sexual!" I whine. He leans against the bedframe.

"Yeah but isn't that what makes the game fun?" He says. I sit beside him.

"I haven't really played it before but I think I'm already drunk"

He faces me.

"Wow. You really do get drunk easy"

"Yeah..." I say, getting lost in his eyes, which stand out from inside the dimly lit room.

"Hey this is weird...but can I kiss you?" He asks, cupping my chin with his hand.

I smirk at him. Instead of answering I connect my lips with his.

Now yeah, it's a bit stereotypical for me to say, but I honestly felt something like fireworks. Now it was kind of like feelings erupting inside of my stomach and beast swarms of butterflies like eating their way out my body but it felt good to have Liam's soft lips on mine.

The kiss went on for a solid five minutes, first starting slowly and progressing to faster. My hands were around his neck and his were all over the place. They travelled through my hair to my chin to my cheeks and I kind of got lost in the moment and so did he.

Also partly through the kiss I was kind of like:

"Dude, if my mother came in while we were hotly making out she would use the weights that Scott brought me and smash my head in" and I deep down inside wasn't even sure if she would react to seeing us together like that. She had caught me and my ex once and had given me this lecture like;

'Now darling...most moms are all like, ermagod boys, sex, babies at sixteen and I kind of am. Though this was always your fathers job, the boyfriend stuff, the making sure he's right and the making sure he treats you well stuff. So I'm just going to tell you this: you're fifteen and you're a minor so please please don't put the d in the v' and there was the fact that she was too ashamed to really give me the lecture. Thinking of it made me giggle and that's why the kiss stopped.

"What?" Liam says, licking his lips.

I look down. Laughing.

"I told you I'm drunk"

He smiles, glancing at his watch.

"It's midnight. I should probably go" I nod, placing a short kiss on his lips.

"Thanks for coming around Liam" I say, giving him a long hug. He smiles.

"Thanks for letting me in"

"How are you going to get out?"

"I'm a werewolf. Can't I technically break my leg falling and just heal?"

I shrug. "Guess so. But please don't. Be safe" and I opened my window. He kisses my cheek before jumping down. I lean against the window.

"Bye Liam!" I whisper, watching him walk away. He gives me a small wave before walking the other way.

I get underneath my blankets and close my eyes.

I wasn't able to get the smile off my face.