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𝑬 𝑽 𝑬 𝑹 𝑮 𝑹 𝑬 𝑬 𝑵
❝ 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. ❞

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ㅤ"𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 why you have not visited," the wolf spoke, a slight tilt to his head. May couldn't help the subsequent roll of her eyes as she relaxed against her seat. "It would seem you have not been concentrating on your duties as alpha."

May huffed and rolled her eyes so hard she feared she'd glimpse at her brain. But instead, she replied, "Sorry, I haven't exactly had the time. Cases after cases took all my attention away, plus I'm kinda dealing with someone regarding my best friend. So, you know, being the alpha is not in my top three right now."

"Accalia..." Taha Aki sighed. "While I understand your duties, you must understand that being a wolf is equally part of who you are as everything else. Dare I say, more. But I am not here to quarrel about your inherent disregard of our tribe's identity," she couldn't help but flinch, "something is stirring, Accalia. I don't know what, but I can sense grave danger coming your way. Please, master your abilities. They will prove useful."

And just like that, time flowed back to normal. The world became technicolor. And nothing seemed out of the ordinary; everyone was still conversing as if nothing happened. But to them, nothing really did happen. Only May has the burden of being a shapeshifter, a traveler, and the fated alpha. And Taha Aki's words stung, as much as she hated to admit it. The way he'd spoken of her lack of regard for the fact that the wolf is a part of her, the spirit warrior is a part of her, and most especially, it's a part of her identity as an integral part of the tribe.

He made her seem like she was forgetting that she's Quileute, swept up in the life she'd created for herself outside of it. But he wasn't wrong. She sighed through her nose, making sure to make her discomfort invisible to the others.

She caught Derek's eye, who was enjoying the dumplings, practically hogging them. He gave her a grin, and the little motion made her heart flutter. She realized that if not for the imprint that came with being a wolf, she wouldn't be here to witness and appreciate the beauty that he radiated.

Fiddling with her chopsticks, she gave him a rather timid smile before her eyes drifted towards Spencer, who was finally eating easily, disposing of his wooden utensils. He was munching on some moo shu he'd grabbed after Gideon handed back the plate to him. He was talking animatedly with JJ, grinning from ear to ear.

He seemed to slowly go back to normal—in her eyes—but she couldn't help but wonder why. It wasn't like anything's changed, she hadn't told him the truth, it wasn't like he knew, right?

Maybe he's just tired of ignoring me, she thought to herself. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something else had caused this shift in behavior.

May eventually snapped out of her stupor and went on to enjoying her meal once more, joining in on conversation as if she hadn't left, as she hadn't just had a sudden realization and urge to finally do what was right: to finally focus on mastering the gifts bestowed onto her. To do what was right, to do her duties.

To do her part as the White Wolf.

Upon finishing the last case—successfully figuring out that the unsub was Marvin Doyle, who was a stenographer suffering from OCD and schizophrenia—the team headed back to Quantico. Still, because of their disagreement and not making up yet, May and Spencer drove separately. And as May headed off to her car after submitting her paperwork, she ended up riding the elevator with the man himself.

Still awkward, she gave Spencer a nod of acknowledgement as she pressed the button to close the elevator doors. She had her hands clasped in front of her, rucksack slung lazily over one shoulder. She let out a breath, puffing her cheeks as she did so. She avoided eye contact, choosing to focus her eyes on the countdown of the numbers displayed in front of her, signaling their descent.

It was unbearably awkward, in May's opinion, and she refused to break the silence. Fortunately, she didn't have, not when Spencer decided to clear his throat and spoke.

"I miss you," he said, almost mumbling his words as he looked down on the ground, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I, uh, I realize now that I was wrong. That I didn't...it wasn't my right to demand you of anything."

She still refused to look at him, eyes trained forward. But she responded. "What made you change your mind?"

"Gideon," he said simply. "Had a bit of a heart-to-heart, if you can believe it. He mostly talked some sense into me, and though I still don't appreciate you keeping whatever this is from me, I know now not to pressure you into telling me anything. I'll...behave."

"...Thank you."

And off they went in different directions as soon as the doors opened. May headed off to her beloved car, while Spencer headed off towards his. Though not before flashing her a shy grin. Just as she hopped into the car and put the key into the ignition, something made her stomach drop.

She started to shake, her started to pound and she swore she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Hey vision began to blur, and all she could do was look down at her shaking hands, trying to get a sense of what was wrong. Her ears were ringing, and her senses were on overdrive. She couldn't help but let out a groan of both pain and confusion before her spirit suddenly jumped from her body rather violently.

All of a sudden, she was in Forks, watching in slow motion as Jacob confronted a small, young-looking girl with dark, short hair that went in different directions. She was pale, with visible bags under her eyes. But it was the eyes that caught her attention. They were gold. Immediately, she felt the need to either attack or stay away from her.

She couldn't hear what was being spoken between them, but she knew they were having a disagreement; an argument, more like. Words were exchanged, and May could feel the anger radiating from her brother, especially when another girl—a familiar one—entered the scene. The girl was Bella Swan, which she figured out after seeing her clear resemblance to Charlie.

May's eyes followed their movements, chasing after them as they ran out of the house, which she only realized was the Swan residence after seeing it from the outside, obviously unaware of her surroundings the first few seconds of her traveling. She watched as the two girls hopped into a car while Jacob kept trying to keep them, or maybe just Bella, from leaving. But the two girls quickly left him in the dust. And all May could do was walk towards her brother.

Time seemingly moved back to its normal pace as she did so, unknowingly manipulating the world she found herself in. She stopped upon reaching his side, and spoke, "Jacob."

Unexpectedly, he jumped. "May, is that you?"

"Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, but I can't see you."

"I'm only traveling Jacob, but I saw what happened," she told him. "Tell me who that was. The one with gold eyes."

"Alice Cullen," he spat her name out like a curse. "One of the Cullens."

"I thought they all left?"

"Well now, I think they're coming back. She came here for Bella, to bring her to Italy."

"Why?"

"Somethin' about her leech boyfriend, Edward. Didn't bother trying to understand. All I know is that they're coming back, and they'll be back for good."

"They're dangerous," she whispered to him. "Tell Sam what you know. And tell him that I know too, and that now, he must do what it takes to protect everyone from those vampires. Remind them of the treaty."

"I'll do that," Jacob nodded, staring into empty space, where he assumes his sister is. "What will you do?"

"Master this fucking travelling thing before whatever hell they bring arrives."

Travelling back to her body was instantaneous, and with a few seconds to catch her breath, May was able to start her car and drive back home. She was still shaken about it all, the feeling of being forcefully tugged on her body was something she didn't like. It made her even more motivated to get her abilities under control.

Upon arriving back home, she was greeted by a dark room. Spencer had already fallen asleep, but surprisingly he was asleep on the couch rather than on his bed. She shrugged it off, walking to her room to drop off her things. She then showered the case away, and got changed into proper sleeping clothes.

Afterwards, she walked back outside and into the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water and a midnight snack before heading towards her carving station. She pulled out a rough block of wood that was left over from another project of hers—one that was commissioned by one of Derek's friends who was told of her talent by the man himself—and began to carve.

Whenever she carves, everything else fades away. It's her one hobby that helps her destress, helps her focus on things other than her work and she horrors she sees every day. And there are times when she carves and doesn't know what she's carving until it's done, and this is one of those times.

She can see it taking shape, aware enough that she understood that it was a bird. She could feel herself tire, her body wanting to sleep after a long day, but her hands wouldn't stop. Not until she completed what she believed is a raven.

Letting out a breath, she whispered, "A connection to the spirit world."

Allowing herself to feel the smooth wood, she stared at what she'd created with wonder. It was a tiny thing, small enough to be a keychain. She then decided that it should be a keychain, making mental notes to turn it into one once she's painted it appropriately.

She placed the little thing on her carving table and stood up, stretching as she walked back towards her room. But she stopped just as she passed Spencer, only now realizing that he was clutching a book like one would a teddy bear as he slept.

Chuckling, she went to carefully step in his direction to make sure he doesn't suddenly wake up. She gently pried the book from his arms, mindful of the sharp edges of his new book she hasn't seen before. She brushed some stray curly hairs away from his forehead before kissing it lightly. She finally began walking back to her room, but the sight of the book he was reading made her heart drop.

Quileute Legends. 

author's note: hehe.

yknow what im pretty sure someone predicted how spencer was gonna figure it out. somewhere in the comments maybe. but yeah, good luck to may ig!

also, just a life update. bought myself a keyboard and mouse for some ergonomics. i had carpal tunnel and de quervain's and i am not about to get diagnosed w that again. so i rlly had to like invest in some products that might help. bought the logitech pebble keys 2 and the pebble mouse 2! they have this combo thing n it's rlly cute. got it in pink!! or i think tonal rose??

anyway hope u guys like this short-ish chapter <33