season one, episode one

- wolf moon -

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Aurora pushed her bedroom door closed behind her, her eyes immediately landing on the bathroom that was linked to her room. The faint smell of her shower gel lingered in the air, offering a slight sense of calm. She walked toward the bathroom, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Reaching the bathroom mirror, she glanced at her reflection. Her face looked the same—tired, but familiar. She hesitated for a moment before lifting her shirt, revealing her side. The place where the wound had been. She slowly removed the bandage, but when she looked down, there was nothing. No bite mark. No blood. The skin was smooth, unmarred, as if nothing had happened at all yesterday.

Aurora's breath hitched. She ran her fingers across the area, still expecting to feel the rough edges of the healing wound, but there was nothing. It was as if the injury had vanished entirely. She stood there, staring in disbelief.

The memories of the wolf's teeth sinking into her flesh, the raw pain, the way she had clutched her side as the blood flowed—it had all felt so real. Yet, there was no trace of it now.

Aurora's mind reeled. She had gone to the hospital. She remembered the sharp sting of the needle as the doctor had cleaned the wound, the tightness of the stitches, and the thick bandages she had been sent home with. It had been deep, jagged. She'd felt it—the ache of it, the fear. But now? There was nothing. The skin was flawless, untouched, not even a faint scar.

She rubbed the spot again, half-expecting it to be some sort of trick, some residual pain from the injury that hadn't fully registered. But nothing. It was as if the wound had never existed.

Aurora stood frozen in front of the bathroom mirror, her mind spinning. The strange emptiness where the pain and the wound should have been sent a wave of unease through her body. She wanted to make sense of it, but the answers didn't seem to come.

Her fingers grazed over the area once more, hoping for some sign, some evidence that the injury had been real. But there was nothing. The memory of the wolf's sharp teeth tearing into her flesh felt distant now, like a dream fading from her mind.

"Rory!" Her dad's voice suddenly called from downstairs, breaking through her thoughts. "Food's ready!"

She blinked, as if the sound of her name snapped her back to reality. Her heart raced, a flicker of panic setting in. There was no way she could explain this.

"Aurora?" Her dad's voice called again, a little louder this time.

"Coming!" She quickly answered as she quickly pulled her shirt down.

Aurora hurried down the stairs, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling gnawing at her. Her mind was still on the strange disappearance of the wound, but she needed to focus on something else, anything else. The scent of food drifted from the kitchen, and she forced herself to push the thoughts aside.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her dog, Lia, darted into the hallway, her tail tucked between her legs. The dog froze in place, staring up at her with wide, fearful eyes. Aurora frowned, crouching down slightly, wondering what had spooked her.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" she asked softly, reaching out her hand, but Lia only backed away further, growling low in her throat.

Aurora blinked in confusion, straightening up. She'd never seen her dog act like this before. She was usually so friendly and affectionate, but now she seemed terrified, almost as if she didn't recognize Aurora.

"Okay, what's going on?" Aurora muttered, glancing at the dog again, not knowing that her eyes turned a soft yellow colour, causing Lia to calm down and let Aurora pet her.

"Okay, no more weird stuff tonight." Aurora whispered under her breath, trying to keep herself calm as she turned toward the kitchen. But her thoughts were anything but calm. She needed to figure this out. Fast.

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Aurora strolled through the crowded school hallway the next day, her books clutched against her chest. The chatter of students filled the air, but her thoughts were elsewhere—back in the bathroom mirror, back to the impossibility of what she'd seen. Or, rather, what she hadn't seen.

"Aurora!"

She turned to see Stiles hurrying toward her, his usual frantic energy on full display. His hair was slightly disheveled, his backpack barely hanging onto one shoulder, and his expression was one of intense determination.

"Hey, Stiles." Aurora greeted him with a warm smile, though confusion flickered in her hazel eyes. "What's up?"

"We need to talk." H e said, barely pausing to catch his breath. "Like, right now."

Aurora tilted her head, amused by his urgency. "Okay, sure. What's going on?"

He glanced around, lowering his voice as he pulled her toward the edge of the hallway, away from any prying ears. "Listen, I know this is going to sound insane, but... you're a werewolf."

Aurora blinked, her smile faltering just slightly, before letting out a short chuckle. "A what?"

"You're a werewolf, Aurora. That bite you got? It's gone now, right? The reason you're fine today is because you healed. Like, supernaturally healed."

Aurora stared at him for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. "Stiles, are you serious right now? You've been watching too many movies." But by her reaction it was clear to Stiles that her bite was indeed gone.

"I am serious!" Stiles threw up his hands, pacing a small circle in frustration. "Listen, I know how this sounds, but you're not the only one. Scott. He got bitten by a wolf as well. His wound has disappeared and he was great on the field. What he did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible!"

"Didn't he spend all of his summer practising?" Aurora asked.

Stiles stopped pacing, turning to Aurora with an exasperated expression. "Practicing? Sure, but no amount of summer practice turns someone into Superman overnight!" He waved his arms dramatically. "Scott couldn't even make a place on the field last year, and now he's out there running faster than anyone, scoring like he's in a video game, and—oh yeah—doing it all while dodging three guys at once. Does that sound normal to you?"

Aurora hesitated, shifting her books in her arms. "I mean... no, but maybe he just... improved a lot?" Her voice was soft and unsure.

"Listen, Scott didn't believe me either, but tell me have you heard things you shouldn't have been able to hear? Smelled things?

Aurora frowned, her grip tightening on the books she held. "Smelled things?" she repeated, raising a brow. "Stiles, that's..." She trailed off, her thoughts snagging on a moment from earlier that morning. The sharp, unmistakable scent of cinnamon had wafted through the hallway—a scent she knew belonged to the coffee cart in the teacher's room, but she'd been upstairs at the time.

Stiles noticed the hesitation in her expression and pounced on it. "See? You have! Haven't you?" His eyes were wide with excitement, his voice pitched with urgency. "What about hearing? Have you heard things you shouldn't have been able to hear?"

"Not really, no."

"Okay, you see those two girls. Just try to concentrate on what they're saying!" Stiles spoke as he turned her around and pointed at two blonde girls at the end of the hallway.

"This is ridiculous." Aurora muttered, but something in Stiles's expression—hopeful, almost pleading—kept her from completely dismissing him.

She squinted slightly, as if narrowing her eyes would somehow sharpen her hearing. For a moment, there was nothing but the distant buzz of lockers slamming and students chattering. Then, suddenly, their words began to come through, clear as if the girls were standing right beside her.

"...and then he totally ignored my text!" one of them was saying, her tone incredulous.

"Classic." the other replied, rolling her eyes. "Why are you even surprised? He's done that, like what? A hundred times."

Aurora's eyes widened, and she snapped her head back to Stiles, who was watching her expectantly.

"What did they say?" he asked, his voice quick and eager.

"I..." Aurora hesitated, her heart racing. She glanced back at the girls, who were still deep in their conversation. "One of them said something about a text. And— a guy ignoring it?"

Stiles's grin was immediate. "See? I told you! There's no way you should've been able to hear that from here."

Aurora pressed her lips together, shaking her head again as if trying to clear it. "Maybe it was just... luck? I don't know. This doesn't prove anything."

Stiles groaned, his hands flying to his temples. "Aurora, come on! How much more proof do you need? First the bite, then the healing, now this? You're a werewolf. Case closed."

"But isn't tonight a full moon?" Aurora asked him, worriedly.

Stiles froze, his hands still on his temples as he processed her question. His eyes widened, and he dropped his hands to his sides. "Yes! Exactly! Tonight's a full moon!"

Aurora's stomach tightened, her worry now morphing into dread. "What does that mean? Am I just going to break every bone in my body? Because I rather not since well you know. That probably hurts."

"No. No. N- Well, I hope it doesn't hurt, but it probably will."

"Stiles!" The girl spoke in clear distress.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, clearly feeling the weight of her panic. "Look, I don't know exactly what it's gonna feel like for you." He admitted, his voice gentler now. "But I can help."

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Posted: December 26, 2024

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